When with a serious musing I behold
The grateful and obsequious marigold,
How duly, ev’ry morning, she displays
Her open breast, when Titan spreads his rays;
How she observes him in his daily walk,
Still bending towards him her tender stalk;
How, when he down declines, she droops and mourns,
Bedew’d, as ’twere, with tears, till he returns.

The Marigold. George Wither (1588 – 1667 / England)

This entry was published on March 1, 2012 at 12:22 pm. It’s filed under Flower, Garden, Nature, Nikon 3100, Photography and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

2 thoughts on “Marigolds

  1. dianne - "life as i see it" - "just because" on said:

    oh that’s beautiful

  2. Aren’t they just gorgeous?

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