219 days into my year long making of a daily still life, the Spanish Bluebell.
From "The Bluebell" by Anne Brontë.
A fine and subtle spirit dwells
In every little flower,
Each one its own sweet feeling breathes
With more or less of power.
There is a silent eloquence
In every wild bluebell
That fills my softened heart with bliss
That words could never tell.
