L.T. Garvin

These little beauties

homegrown rascals

hang their heads up high

tossing petal smirks

at impending Old Man Winter

They keep summer near

close at hand

voting for eternal spring

the Reaper is nigh

and far to the north

Til then,

they will saunter and linger

as a sad torch singer

breaks into lament

and a Blue Norther blasts

the dewy dreams

of a summer now passed.

This little poem is dedicated to my blogging friends who, like me, love summer and wish to hang onto it.  I am still lucky enough to have my flowers and will really miss them when they are gone.  Until then, I’m sharing some summer and sunshine to all of you!


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