Sep 2
In summer, everyday, all around the house,
in pots, in beds,
on bushes, climbing trellises,
color explodes.
Full sun,
part shade,
all shade,
the white and yellow
and orange blooms
grab human eyes
and pull in pollinators.
Deep red
and rose
and lavender
explode
then slowly fade.
Pale blue
soft lavender,
down,
darker, to deep violet.
No blessing comes to us
as charmed
as a partner who brings forth flowers.
Jul 1
Early summer’s chromatic abundance,
is everywhere,
in wild exuberance;
somewhere there’s a bleak
landscape of grays and browns
that all the bright colors have been
sucked away from and sent here;
all the shades, all the strategies,
to reach towards the sun
luxuriant unfurling
of flower DNA into petals
presenting their organs of generation
to all pollinators,
come up and see me, right now.
Jun 18
A quick circuit of the house
all the ripeness newly sprung,
no special effort required,
lean in and click.
Some are done and disassembling,
theme and variations,
every foot,
all the way around
but wait,
each one perfection of its kind,
from bud to bloom
yet each lovelier than the last.
Soul washed, and eyes washed,
in the rising gyer of another circuit.
Jul 3
Clamoring against the hog wire at the bottom of the herb garden
a forest of daylilies.
Most of the hydrangeas (3 of 5) were burned by the final frost,
but one, spectacularly, was not.
The yellow clusters swell and turn blue by stages.
Cousin of the giant corsage blooms
there’s the nobblier cluster clump variety.
Weeds cut close simulate a lawn and frame
the peripheral plantings and the visitors
(rabbit at 12 o’clock).
The new planters half the way towards
thrillers and spillers and fillers.
Between the leaf canopy and the marigold companions,
five jalapenos growing shoulders.
Pretty is as
pretty is.
