Snapdragon (Joseph Armstead)

Growing wild in
purple and white,
or Primrose Yellow...

These colors
in the gray depths
of my shadow
across the garden.

They see me and invite me to play.
Childhood dances with me still.

Clustered comfortably
amidst the grass and the weeds,
living next to cool, grainy stone,
monophyletic,
earthbound spawn of sunlight,
woven of delicate and silken skin
they promise a world without end,
a cosmos of wonder and simple joy,
their bilateral symmetry
charming and colorful,
electrified by the joy
of simply Being,
while their scent
is an echo of emotion
expressed on the wind,
these little miracles,
Antirrhinum majus,
these everyday promises
of Heaven's existence.
Lifespan measured
by the beat
of a bumblebee's
wings.

Blossoming
in Montego Orange,
or Apricot Sunburst...

They see me and invite me to play.

There, at my feet,
under the cloak of my shadow,
after the frost.
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Image courtesy of Dreamstime Photographic Stock: "First Frost" by Thylacine, dreamstime_309693.jpg

Comments

[aurora]

It seems odd - although not unpleasant - to read this sort of poetry from you, Jospeh. You're so multi-faceted! :) (And I enjoy reading it all.)

I, too, associate snapdragons with my childhood. We used to grow them, my father and I.

[Robert]

Enjoyed.

[Jennifer]

Lovely

[matt]

Blossoming
in Montego Orange,
or Apricot Sunburst...

They see me and invite me to play.

There, at my feet,
under the cloak of my shadow,
after the frost.

Good stuff.

[Felicia]

Lovely reminiscing.

[Bryan]

A cool look at the past.