colonies crowded
with dewy blue faces
weep at the racing of time
watching summer retreating
they know that their
seasonal escapades halt
in the first frost of night
so they give up their petals
like delicate memoirs
to gallivant deer
adolescent and hungry
to know what the blossoms
have learned about life
what remains of their
foreshortened splendor
is carried away by the
cool garden breezes
that augur an early
arrival of autumn
when deep dreamless sleep
settles into their branches
and quiets their stems
until spring tickles urges
that draw upon snowmelt
to nourish new flowering
colonies crowded
with dewy blue faces
Our hydrangeas are in bloom now too. Cool nights have come early. Fall will arrive presently.
Oscar
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and none too soon for me – I don’t care for the summer heat
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Could this be more beautiful…I don’t think so! thank you.
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how sweet to say – thank you
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Beautiful– so sensitive!
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thank you, Ellen
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Beautiful, love hydrangeas and the sentiment behind them..Great words as always
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they are fixtures in my garden
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Oh Wow, Paul–I got excited as soon as I saw the blue flowers and title, and then loved the quiet brilliance of the poem. This was the medicine I needed today–thank you!
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so glad to give you a lift
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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If Van Gogh could paint as descriptively as you write maybe he’d have kept that ear! Great poem.
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I must admit, somewhat sheepishly perhaps, that I never really “got” van gogh
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Beautiful!
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thanks kindly, Celestine
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Double-Wowza, Paul. I love every line, but my fave phrase is “petals like delicate memoirs”–oh, such redolent poetry!! “Foreshortened splendor” is also nice–has me pondering a poem, maybe.
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I love flowers – wish I could work my gardens again
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My VERY favorite. SOOO beautiful.
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so glad you enjoyed it
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