You can find it anywhere, but something about honesty in New York resonates with me. I don’t always agree, but I do respect it.
Times Square
2 November 2012
See you along the Trail.
Honestly.
Tag Archives: weed
T is for Thistle
This one has posted before. I have tried to avoid repeats, but it continues to intrigue me. It grew outside of Tumbleweed where Tricia and I were staying this past summer. What struck me then and what has remains with me is how much this one plant – not there by design but simply because of its tenacity – reveals. I wrote the following last summer and repost it here.
Unbidden,
a thistle grows in the yard,
a sturdy, prickly weed.
Unasked,
its green and purple hues
reveal
a simple mystery:
life,
death,
life to be,
triangle of eternity.
16 July 2011 (date of picture)
Ghost Ranch, New Mexico (location where poem was written)
Filed under Family, Ghost Ranch Views, Photo
Along the Graybeard Trail 