Dogwood Blossoms

Dogwood Blossoms
Originally uploaded by Sarah Burnquist

I've been wanting to photograph the dogwoods for weeks now...but everytime I passed them I was in a hurry to be somewhere. Well, today after I picked Roxy up from school we went to the cemetary to take pictures and to my great surprise there was a small dogwood!

I found this beautiful poem to go with it. Enjoy!

Dogwood Blossoms

To dreamy languors and the violet mist
Of early Spring, the deep sequestered vale
Gives first her paling-blue Miamimist,
Where blithely pours the cuckoo’s annual tale
Of Summer promises and tender green,
Of a new life and beauty yet unseen.
The forest trees have yet a sighing mouth,
Where dying winds of March their branches swing,
While upward from the dreamy, sunny South,
A hand invisible leads on the Spring.



His rounds from bloom to bloom the bee begins
With flying song, and cowslip wine he sups,
Where to the warm and passing southern winds,
Azaleas gently swing their yellow cups.
Soon everywhere, with glory through and through,
The fields will spread with every brilliant hue.
But high o’er all the early floral train,
Where softness all the arching sky resumes,
The dogwood dancing to the winds’ refrain,
In stainless glory spreads its snowy blooms.

by George Marion McClellan (1860 – 1934)