Best Shot Monday

*To the Fringed Gentian*

Thou blossom bright with autumn dew
and coloured with the Heaven's own blue,
and openest when the quiet light,
succeeds the keen and frosty night.

Thou comest not when violets lean,
O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen,
or columbines, in purple dressed,
Nod o'er the ground bird's hidden nest.

Thou waitest late, and com'st alone,
when woods are bare, and birds are flown,
and frost and shortening days portend,
the aged year is near his end.

Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye,
Look through it's fringes to the sky,
Blue - blue - as if that sky let fall
a flower from it's cerulean wall.

I would that thus, when I shall see
the hour of death draw near to me,
Hope, blossoming within my heart,
May look to heaven as I depart.
~William Cullen Bryant

The garden is fast falling asleep now. Few blooms remain untouched. Our Sweet Peas have waited til now to bloom. All summer we fretted because they were doing nothing, and all of a sudden they have burst forth in summer's last hurrah to tease us with a last brush of the season's wane before all the earth falls asleep and lays dormant for the winter's lament. I captured this single shot of a solitary bloom, with the dew still laying on it's beautiful petals. I thought it a breathtaking gift from above and it brought a smile to my face and heart . . .



This is my entry in this weeks, Best Shot Monday. Now hop on over to Mother May I and see some of the other wonderful entries for this week!