Milkweed Magic

Milkweed – poem by Mary Oliver

The milkweed now with their many pods are standing
like a country of dry women.
The wind lifts their flat leaves and drops them.
This is not kind, but they retain a certain crisp glamour;
moreover, it’s easy to believe
each one was once young and delicate, also
frightened; also capable
of a certain amount of rough joy.
I wish you would walk with me out into the world.
I wish you could see what has to happen, how
each one crackles like a blessing
over its thin children as they rush away.

I am fascinated by milkweed seed pods – such an exquisite combination of textures and subtle colors! I’m hoping to post a “photo and poem a day” for the month of November. I’ve set that as a goal for myself that will push me to focus more on my photography in the coming months. We shall see how well I do with this task!!