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Notes from an August Gardener

August 31, 2018 by Carolyn Martin Leave a Comment

In the depths of winter, I finally learned that

within me there lay an invincible summer.

– Albert Camus

 

Saturday morning

and not one bird makes a sound.

They’re watching me

cut each gladiola down,

keeping silent in respect

for my grief over orange,

purple, white, and mottled pink.

Until next year, I relegate

each stalk to recycling.

 

I’m enamored with intensities

that startle and invigorate

before they slip away:

day lilies, four o’clocks,

Rose-of-Sharon trees,

lovers on rebound,

lightning strikes of poetry.

 

Still, around the yard –

patient and long-lived –

hostas, daisies, and geraniums

ride the summer out.

They’ll hang on until

first frost – if affection’s paid.

 

Just as the lid drops on

what has been, empathetic birds

turn their muteness off.

They remind me

when summer is invincible,

there’s no mystery in falling,

falling in love again.

 

(Previously published in The Poeming Pigeon: Poems from the Garden, May 2017)

 

Filed Under: It happens this way ..., Posts Tagged With: Camus, Gardens

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  1. B. E. Berger says

    August 31, 2018 at 8:42 am

    Poignant and lyrical. Thank you, Carolyn

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