One by one, like leaves from a tree / All my faiths have forsaken me; But the stars above my head / Burn in white and delicate red,

Sara Teasdale - Leaves

The whole poem :

Leaves - Sara Teasdale

One by one, like leaves from a tree 
All my faiths have forsaken me; 
But the stars above my head 
Burn in white and delicate red, 
And beneath my feet the earth 
Brings the sturdy grass to birth. 
I who was content to be 
But a silken-singing tree, 
But a rustle of delight 
In the wistful heart of night— 
I have lost the leaves that knew 
Touch of rain and weight of dew. 
Blinded by a leafy crown 
I looked neither up nor down— 
But the little leaves that die 
Have left me room to see the sky; 
Now for the first time I know 
Stars above and earth below.

Sara Teasdale was a poetry badass! Her life was sad but she could write a poem like nobody's business!

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/sara-teasdale

Happy Caturday! I got Barncat a bag of mycats treats. It was that or stay away all together. She approved and spent a few minutes posing for the camera.

I like thís photo - the structures seem very plastic…I can't explain that but it makes sense to me.

It's amazing to me how Amos can look so casually magnificent .

Celosa “ Dragon's Breath”

That's not a very complimentary name! I can see what they were thinking - it looks like a beautiful fiery cloud . Still -

Another celosa

See if you can find the bee!

Asters are a gift to gardeners. Plant them in the spring with the rest of the annuals. Spread them throughout your beds. The foliage is completely ordinary and seemingly disappears. They flower long after everything else. By the end of August most all your color is done Then you come home from work and your flower beds will be a symphony of this -

These

The color of this vinca is incredible.

Re- bloom on a polianthes. Small but tremendously fragrant

That's all I have time for - Thanks for dropping by!