#3 summer solstice 2015

| No Comments
Petals jumped out at me today. On my table was a compact pile of rose petals from the arrangement for June first. Outside my garden fence, withered peonies are strewn on the grass and under the catalpa tree a random pattern of blossoms carpet the wet path. I'm still not clear what the day's message was, but I did come clean to my neighbor that I stole a few of his late blooming peonies.

03-white-peony-2015.jpgThe things we look at keep changing:

one day's sun or another day's rain; early poppies

one day, late tomatoes another.

                                                       As though

each day was trying to say something,

with a voice that isn't coming from any throat.

--Rick Barot, closing lines to Tacoma Lyric, diode (vol. 5, no.1, Fall 2011)

Leave a comment