Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Garden Bloggers Muse Day

The garden in August
Fallen purple flowers
Dead and dying ‘susans
everywhere I look.

Fallen apples, eaten
half-way by the squirrels
Bees and flies abundance
everywhere I walk.

Lazy, dazy evenings
under the purple moonlight
Legs up on the table
staring overhead.

End of summer fading
as so are the bloomings
nights still warm and breezy

Just the way I like it.

Note: Totally irrelevant photo taken last yr in Sugutuck, MI


Carolyn gail said...

Wonderful poem, Rosemarie. Thanks for adding to our poetry circle.

Gina said...

rosemarie - this is really nice! very cool picture, too.

Barbara said...

I just found your interesting blog and now I am touched by this lovely poem. Who wrote it?? The picture of the face is amazing! Greetings from Switzerland. Barbara

Rosemarie said...

Thanks for the comments! I wrote this poem, and all the poems for Garden Bloggers Muse Day on my site. I appreciate the kind words!

Annie in Austin said...

Not only sounds cool, but makes me feel like I'm there in Chicagoland, Rosemarie... except it may have been 'fallen pears, eaten half-way by the squirrels'.

Annie at the Transplantable Rose