succumb to dahlias
clumped tubers
spiked remnants
spiked remnants
the garden's memory
bursts
yellow
dusk orange and blood
over white salvia, but
all I want is shade
that takes a lifetime
to grow
over white salvia, but
all I want is shade
that takes a lifetime
to grow
wow the way you pull it all together so simply and beautifully in the final three lines is profound - this poem echoes
ReplyDeleteI like the way it travels over the colours then ends in the shade. Great ending
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