Burrs

How many winter walksended with burrs mattedin curly Wheaton hair;how you wriggledto escape the grooming,how we laughed at yourjokester antics? Your spirit still fillsthe empty spaces,I hear the jingle of your collar, catcha whiff of terrier fluff,pull on an invisible leashwhenever I encounter burrs. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

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Night, Night

Donning Winter’s coatSummer’s sparkle retreated –Garden is abed. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

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First Signs

Green sprig, crimson pop –ornamental precursorto giving season. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

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Ho, Ho, Oh No

Winter’s impatiencecrowns Autumn’s bearings with white –early Santa’s cap. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

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Autumn Berries

Where leaves have vanishedberries remain, nourishmentfor feathered migrants. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

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Maple Leaf

Tracing the lines of your perfection,I remember, childhood discoveries –wax paper and hot iron,the smell of fresh raked pranks,and what it means to be Canadian. I no longer make leaf art,nor partake of Autumn cleanup,but I have not forgottenthe power of your symbolismand how far we have yet to go. (For Cee’s Flower of the […]

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Power of a Rose

How is it that a rose knowssecrets buried deep –that softness of hue,hardiness of bearing,can elicit such sentiment,unleash nostalgic ache? (Posted for Cee’s Flower of the Day. Image from my garden.)

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Summer Stragglers

Other blooms may fade,succumbing to Autumn’s chill –Snapdragons stand tall. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

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Like Fire

My essence is flamewords, like petals, reaching high –transformative fire. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day. Don’t know what these beauties are, but am inspired by their flow.)

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Harmony

Instinct drives the bee readying for Winter’s blast –rosy contentment. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day. Image from personal collection.)

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