The royal trumpet vine
blooms bright purple today,
heralding the start
of something new
The wide open buds
are at odds with the calendar
that insists it's almost fall
Maybe this fall
will be less like the season
and more like the fall
that precedes new love
Love that brings life,
new life in the face
of the withering forces of nature
As they climb, the green leaves
know that there is still a sun
It may be further away
but its rays are the same
Light is still light
even if the cold in the air
has tricked our bodies
and most of the other plants
But these violet tubes
lined with soft yellow
and filled with wonder
are not swayed by
the changing temperature
Steadfast, they soak up
the warm glow of grace
Friday, September 17, 2010
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Very nice, my love. Although I'm still waiting for that cold air to arrive :). Maybe a bit further east...
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