Wednesday, April 29, 2015


 "Poetry is music for the voice," Maya Angelou

When springtime rolls around, the wood violets come out to play!

Just like we do~

These images evoke memories of my Collie, Lad, and me padding through our backyard woods in the early spring when the Earth was moist and fresh and soft underfoot.  A few trees were just leafing into fresh green and wood violets were in bloom.

Looking out my window at dusk yesterday, wood violets blooming greet me again.

Words (Worlds) of Love:

*A violet, blue

Surviving in the cool shade

Casting beauty there.


*Poem by Emilie

Dahlis Roy:  Visionary Artist , Author and Tai Chi Instructor

Photo by Dahlis
Wood Violets