Poetry Thursday

I mentioned a few months back that one of my older poems was chosen to be published by The Rattlesnake Press. It's a free poetry publication distributed all over No. CA and Sacramento. It came out this month so I thought I'd share it today. I was inspired by an accidental garden surprise and Dave's love of flowers. Remember I was wet behind the ears and I'm still a practicing poet.

Chrysanthemums

I remember when you were small and pretty

but the seasons changed, covering

you in heavy snow smothering

you in a silent death,

so I replaced you.

And planted a circle of pansies

to adorn the bird bath.

Spring had arrived

playing it’s symphony in color

as the bulbs surfaced, like a delicate string,

and learning their song as they rose

I could hear,

the music beginning to tune in rhythm,

with tulips in purples and daffodils in

yellows, and the greens of grass all

together again.

Then I noticed,

unusual stalks of green that had no

song, but kept growing long past

the sounds of spring, smothering the

pansies and growing up the bird bath.

As fall arrived you were to be the final piece,

and as your stalks began to bloom, I remembered

your old song smothered in white.

You emerged triumphant and tall, your color sang

to me brilliantly, loud and clear,

a solo, to end the year.

Bravo