The shots below were taken
while walking an Autumn path.
These precious blooms are oft'called wild flowers or weeds,
except perhaps for the crowd of pink faces by the white fence.
No matter what their botanical category,
they are delicate and deserving
of being featured here
before they die.
Look how they offer themselves up to you.
". . . I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?"
~ Mary Oliver ~