Before The Blooms Are Lost

I was thinking today of how far we are into the summer, and how short the life is of those gorgeous annuals and perennials (until next year) that we planted not long ago. So, as I sat there, a little poem started developing in my mind. Every once in a while, it hits me to put to paper what I am thinking and feeling.

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.

Have a lovely day,

Kitty