Wednesday, September 22, 2010

so late

oh my little golden friend
how brave to appear
so late in the summer
when the nights are so chill

your children will give me purpose
and cause to remember you
when i walk through my gardens next year

8 comments:

alaine@éclectique said...

Steven, that's how I feel when I watch the last rose persevering, no, defying, the frost! Lovely pic; colour I'm waiting for, here in Oz.

Eryl said...

Beautiful but deadly, put her children in your salads next year, we used to cultivate dandelions as a salad crop I believe. Before they tried to take over the world.

Titus said...

Vibrant steven - we are very grey here today. And love what's expressed in the final three lines.

willow said...

Hehe...I love "your children will give me purpose".

Annie said...

I love this. I have a plot where I grow fruit and vegetables. Sometimes I go there and find the whole place is covered in these little suns!

Butternut Squash said...

I am a flower. Hath not a flower petals? Hath not a flower leaves,
pollen, dimensions, stem, roots, color; fed with the same
food, hurt with the same poison, subject to the same diseases,
heal'd by the same means, warm'd and cool'd by the same winter
and summer, as a rose is?

Your photo is a burst of sunshine.

-my apologies to Mr. Shakespeare

Friko said...

I saw a dandelion too today, as well as a dandelion clock. They are such golden treasures in the meadows.

hope said...

And as Autumn supposedly arrives tonight, here it is still 90+ degrees daily. [That's 32 C for some of you]