Thursday, January 14, 2016

Laurie Kuntz writes

 The Art of Aging

We age and are likened to flowers--
delphinium, crocus, forsythia,
names that color the raspy throat of time,
fill the air with familiar gray tones,

but consider the hydrangea
kindred to diminished hues of November
it shutters from wine to teal till petals
gleam like burnt sapphires, pearls, bronze.

Pansies, petunias, zinnias
in their crimson dresses
tear in October's rush of wind

the hydrangea remains steadfast 
bleached from wind and time its colors turn
from lavender to sea-shades,

turn from summer's incense
to the perch of night with distant
sounds of bells and strength of chimes

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