So, please enjoy "Before The Blooms Are Lost", not only with paper and pen, but with images from my garden.....
BEFORE THE BLOOMS ARE LOST
Oh look! They’re there! As a saunter down the lane,
How lovely to see that the pinks and blues remain;
The green has grown so tall and the buds no longer small;
As if they know to hurry ’cause their color intrudes on fall.
The dimming of the light and the swaying of the trees;
A leaf floats along, as if sailing on the seas.
How sweet those sounds of the bees and the birds;
A twitter and a buzz are their only sweet words.
But before the blooms are lost, I must take a look around;
I must press into my memory, the lovelies that abound.
For soon this precious green will be lost to quiet white;
Not that I’m complaining, just lingering in its sight.
So before the blooms are lost, I will take just one more look;
Not long into the future, I’ll possess a fire and book.
To sit beside and think again of pinks and blues and greens;
“So long, until next year“, I’ll say, as I sit and think and dream.