A Foxglove Spell

Jason // August 14 // 2 Comments

Filigreed by fern, boundaried by birch and wondered upon by willow, your gloves reach out ready to be filled by fingers of sunlight.
Obtuse lines of flight lead the bees to your bounty and promise a suckle of nectar sweet as the summer night under a balmy moon.
eXtremities of woodland are your home of choice as you spire and soar through the cloying edgelands of remnant old places.
Gleefully, we witness your gaudy show and glimmer inside as your magenta bonnets open wide to the love of bees and buzzy things.
Life in the meadowlands and lost corners would be lacklustre should you ever take your showy blooms back down to the underworld.
Over and over again we pray you will stay. Your biennial beauty assures us that yet another summer is here and, although all may not be well, we press on.
Venerable foxglove we implore you to stay. Stay by our side as we wander through these unknown times and hold onto hope.
Ease our hearts, let your Digitalis medicine suffuse our broken vessels and calm the weary soul.

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  • I really like the changing light and it’s affect on the landscape in Hurry on Sundown. It’s fascinating how what’s seen transforms from one minute to the next. A wonder of nature.

    • It’s captivating isn’t it Martin. So often I forget to hand around long enough and it’s looking back on days like that one that encourage me and give me something to look forward to. Thank you for sharing your comment here.

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    About the Author Jason

    Jason follows his lifelong vocation as a countryside photographer who tries to catch the spirit of the places he visits. After decades working as a professional editorial photographer he now focuses much of his time on conceptual fine art photography, visual storytelling and in aiding others to follow their creative calling.

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