on being unexpected
When the sun sinks behind the mountains,
and the sky is besprinkled with color,
and the neighboring brook is peacefully still,
with a gentle, silent ripple now and then;
when flowers sent forth sweet odors,
and the grass is uncommonly green,
when the air is tranquilly sweet,
and the children flock to their mothers' sides,
Then worry flees and comfort presides,
for all know it welcoming evening.
~ "Eventide," by Gwendolyn Brooks, written at age 13 -- her first published poem
I love that this beautiful poem was written by a 13-year-old (and future Pulitzer Prize winner) -- I love when people do unexpected things.
What's something that people wouldn't expect about you?
Happy Love Thursday, all. Here's to honouring your unique awesome.
Images: Photographed with my Nikon D300, 17-50mm Tamron lens. aperture 2.8, shutter speed 1/100, ISO 1000.