I have reconciled myself to much lately
perhaps too much so
and now the hydrangeas
have lost their azure
bleached to bone-papered petals
kissed too closely by the sun
come fall I would have picked
bloom by bloom the dusky blues
and purples from their globes
as they dried for a bit of color
to scatter across the table
but today the possibility
vanished into dry disappointment
if I could just instead pluck
a few small pieces from the sky
of that certain blue with the gold-tinged
hue of days’ slow slide into early autumn
I would not so mind the loss
of a few dried blooms
© Sarah Whiteley
a pretty one this is… Sarah 🙂
Peace, x
Laz
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I’m glad you think so, Laz 🙂
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Sarah, this is so beautiful xx
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Quite beautiful these words you’ve spun into colors of the day.
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….”bone-papered petals”…..I love that image…and it comes off the tongue so beautifully.
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thank you! 🙂
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Once again, the evocations that your images and surrender to deep perception leave me breathless. You are one gifted, skillful poet, plumbing the depths of the miraculous phenomena of the mundane.
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many thanks for your kind comment – I believe whole-heartedly that immense beauty can be found in the smallest things if we just take the time to be still enough to let it find us 🙂
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I love that you’ve used the changes in flowers to note the passing of time. 🙂
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This one takes me away from my world, and I like the beautiful and rather melancholy trip. The sun here has a “somewhat” different relationship to leaves and plants so often. I enjoy your poetry about a more gentle late summer evolving into autumn…
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