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The November Garden

Updated on June 23, 2013

Brown is everywhere pastels were in June

The sun is so brassy and bright it feels cold

And hurts the eyes

And does no good for the garden.

An awkward, ugly time for flowers.

Flowers that are now only bird food.

Flowers that stand bravely in their own ruins.

Flowers that still want to bloom,

But fray around their petals

And droop towards the ground

Losing their fight with gravity.

Should I cut them off at the knees

And let them rest, or die?

Should I aid their struggle and defy nature?

Or let nature run its cold course

To preserve the species at the cost of the individual.

What I must do is not watch,

Don’t look,

It hurts too much.

Wait for the frost, pray for the snow to coat them,

For the cosmetic to dupe the eyes.

For the illusion of beauty and youth.

Until June when dewy youth and fresh beauty

Burst from the residue of past youth and past beauty.

And the sun feels golden warm again.



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      KaisMom 5 years ago from Keizer, Oregon

      Thank you, phdastz! I really appreciate your comments!

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      Theresa Ast 5 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

      Good poem, but absolutely marvelous photographs. Such a treasure. Thank you. Sharing with others. :)

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      KaisMom 6 years ago from Keizer, Oregon

      Thank you pennyofheaven and mondkill! I'll be checking your hubs out, too.

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      mondkill 6 years ago

      The picture is very lovely... Beautiful hub...

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      pennyofheaven 6 years ago from New Zealand

      The dilemma of nature and her infamous cycles. To do or not to do is never an easy thing. Gladly the wilting and dying flowers nourish those that continue to bloom. Awesome poem Thanks