It would appear that when my ability to garden is limited by the weather, poetry moves in to fulfil my need to be connected to the earth and to be creative. The frigid days of January are here, and I find myself on an extended break due—once again—to the pandemic, and so my mind has turned to dreams of summer and the words that bring the images of my imagination to life. I am working on a new poem. Until it is finished, here is a short reflection I wrote last summer about how brief the garden season is. Not only are the pictures of the last daylilies of 2021, but the poem is the last of my poems for 2021.
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| Orange daylily in my garden |
The last daylily bloomed today
The first orange sun
setting on a season just begun
A reminder of time's quick passage
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| The last daylily of summer 2021 |
Happy Gardening!
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