The task this week was to write a poem featuring flora or fauna and as I have a great deal of both in my vicinity, I wasn’t sure which route to take. Fortunately for me, a good rain resulted in the transition of one of my yard’s trees which made the decision an easy one. I’m late, but you’ll forgive me as I’m recovering from a week of grappling with the printer and doing a slightly nerve-wracking reading over the weekend.
You can find the original source of the poetry challenge at The Weaver of Grass.
Photo by Kat
Syringa Reticulata
My, how you’ve grown—
So tall now,
Full-blown;
You fill the bedroom window
When the drapes are drawn.
You were half your height
Eight, or nine years ago
When first we came
That summer—
All gangly limbs
And small green leaves
That changed to yellow
With the mellow moods
Of Fall
You rise taller and taller
Each year;
Your billion buds
Burst into clustered cream—
Scent-suffused. Heady.
You were born for beauty,
But your duty of care
Is to share yourself
With the crested—the breasted
In red who creche
Their young at your
Tender green heart.
You—a bounteous bouquet
Cradled in Gaia’s arms.
Kat Mortensen©2010
