Last of the Summer Flowers
The dianthus –
her red and white spinning tops
sparkle in the autumn sun
The feverfew –
her delicate daisy-like blossoms
look at me with round yellow eyes
The Veronica –
her purple spikes, like sailors,
stand tall and salute the sky
The lone lily blossom –
on her grassy mound in her tangerine delight
enjoys the mid-day warmth
They make their final proclamation,
not at all tired of the delicious brightness of summer.
So, it is with sadness that I cut their stalks
and carry them inside from the coming frost.
Once indoors gathered together in a vase,
resting on the old oak coffee table
next to the worn and weathered Spanish tile,
the dianthus, feverfew, Veronica and lily,
mingle like long lost friends
over a late afternoon lunch on a breezy afternoon.
Their conversation is lively as the
frozen and withered hosta leaves
outside the window speak of their blessing.