Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Keeping Up With

The crape myrtle is full of itself,
decked out in fine Summer blooms.
You’d think it was going out for lunch,
or receiving guests for afternoon cards.
Of course, it’s just keeping up with the petunias
wearing purple and white, everyday the same.
And, they’re determined not to be outdone by
uppity impatients sneering at them from the shade.
My God! A yard full of one-up-it petty “petalites”.
The grass, in lingerie shadows, will not be left out ,
and nothing will stop the pines and pears from
braiding their leaves with moon-dyed ribbons and stars.

10 comments:

Masago said...

Just lovely, and I like how each line grows a little longer.

polona said...

what a delightful image this conjures up!

gel said...

Now I'm "jonesing" for a prettier flower bed.Cool idea for a poem, Pat!

Janice Thomson said...

Gosh Pat I just loved this!
Especially these ending lines, 'and nothing will stop the pines and pears from
braiding their leaves with moon-dyed ribbons and stars.' Excellent

Don Iannone said...

Love it! Reminds me of a poem I wrote a couple years back called the The Young Oak Tree.

jel said...

I like! ;)

Alok said...

If i say loved it again .... i wld be doing injustice to the piece

adored it ... simply adored it

alok

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

very nice -- wish I was there to see it.

steve said...

warm air floating through the pines, and movement from noon to the night with this delightful show quietly going on. Really like this, Pat.

Pauline said...

I'm in the garden. This is a very nice piece. I may have to return for another read :)