Here Today Gone Tomorrow

 

Here we are greeting

our first days of Autumn,

before the tree leaves turn to golden

and Morning Glory cycles through

beginning as blue,

then a brilliant purple hue

fades as the summer light

and sleeps again pink at night.

Other times will come and go

as the vine shines with every bloom,

before they fade to leave more room

for the greyer days of Winter.

 

Transformation

Every year in March

I wait by the bare earth

for any sightings of your birth

bringing an ever increasing joy of abundance.

 

First there is a tiny sign, growing higher,

then a white tip and a white stem

then

one

always

comes first.

 

One beautiful little crocus

showing itself

then growing in a day

to be a little mauve bud,

then an open bloom,

then a few little buds around

and finally the sound of me

cheering the happy family.

 

(And cheering you old friend, 77 years again)
The annual arrival of Mauve Autumn Crocus