I’d never had an amaryllis last till Labor Day.
Twelve Christmas flowers of brilliant red bloomed
Then fell away. Three long green stalks and foliage
Lingered all spring and summer time
Then showed their age and needed help
As they leaned into their decay.
Two long-handled wooden spoons
Stuck firmly in the dirt
Supported them for a while
Till even this was not enough
To hold at bay the bulbs’ untimely end.
poetrybyheart.me
Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
Recent Comments
poetrybyheart.me@poe… on Re Turnjng Pleasant Street on Re Turnjng poetrybyheart.me@poe… on Re Turnjng Pastor Kris on Re Turnjng Dale on Re Turnjng
poetrybyheart.me 
the end, nice
Thanks, Lynn.
nice one
Thanks for commenting. 🙂
Sad, but well written and similar to my experience with Amaryllis
You must have known a few. My son gives me one every Christmas. Thanks for your comment. ❤
Beautiful!!!! ((hugs))
Thanks, Susan. ❤