In a message dated 7/7/02 7:29:58 PM, [log in to unmask] writes:
<< Hibiscus Blooms Drop to the Floor [Kind of long title - perhaps stop after
Drop?]
Hibiscus shows one blossom at a time; [Ah flowers and other garden
things...my favorites!]
the Easter cactus sheds in late July.
A visora grows lengthy double spines
from drops of sap that weep as weak buds die.
My wife's to raise, a casual grower's try- [These next three lines seem
wordy and awkward]
exotics far from where they first succeed.
I consider them pleasing to my eye,
but I admire the ordinary weed:
A golden poppy, thistle gone to seed,
a foxglove's trumpet, winter dandelion,
buttercup's yellow, honeyed fireweed,
and many more made plain by God's design. [Maybe end here]
As rose and yarrow brown in autumn rain,
The year departs. And did we lose or gain? >>
Love this poem Garbro; the parallel between tended and untended garden
flowers.
kol tuv, Ryfsis
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