The calla lilies are wilting,
and I pluck their fronds
as they languish.
But the geraniums have
a few brave blossoms yet,
and I am loathe to empty
my potted garden
while they are still
working so hard
to stay alive.
I think how bare
that space will be
after the profusion of summer blooms,
once the pots are emptied
and tucked under the eaves
till next spring.
Yet the rains are here,
more days than not
and, soon, one sunny afternoon,
I will need to end
their gallant sojourn
under my big window.
It is the season edging us
into winter storms
and wildish waves.
The calla lilies are wilting,
in the time when all the creatures,
including us,
prepare for the long, dark,
cozy days of winter
and we all start gathering nuts
and singing
our cold weather songs.
for Kim's prompt at dVerse: creating our own micro-seasons
Till next spring ~~ I shout Cheers! Love when you reference the beauty surrounding you in your little corner of the world, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteWe are lucky enough to have a place to bring in the potted flowers.... and hopefully they will survive till the spring och a cool and lighted place.
ReplyDeleteNicely done! They do signal the change of season!
ReplyDeleteA lyrical and celebratory rendering of the approach of Winter Sherry, I think Cold Weather Songs might be another micro-season...
ReplyDeleteYou could write that one, Andrew!
DeleteI’m so glad you joined us for this prompt, Sherry, and with a delightful micro season name and poem. I still have a few brave geranium blossoms left, but with the current rain and gales in the UK, I fear not for much longer. These lines resonate with me:
ReplyDelete‘I think how bare
that space will be
after the profusion of summer blooms’
and the thought that the pots will be blooming again next spring. Also, the cosy image painted in the final lines.
Preparation, preparation...
ReplyDelete"gathering nuts
and singing
our cold weather songs."
Nice one Sherry
Thanks for dropping by my blog
Much♡love
A stunning rendition of the approach of Winter, Sherry! ❤️ I love; "But the geraniums have a few brave blossoms yet. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteI relate to you poem and the desire to keep the plants for as long as you can. I have a couple outside that still have a few blooms ,however, the weather is making it harder for them. I am not ready for winter.
ReplyDeleteThis familiar micro season, with its "few brave blossoms yet," tinged with the inevitable ending, you've painted in detail for us as a lovely portrait. Beautifully done, Sherry.
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