Tribute to Summer

Sep 2, 2011 | Blog

September 20, 2010

The Last Tuberose

Tuberose,

A single bloom and

Heady scent that fills the air

Around my chair,

As I sit, with dusk

Graying scraps of sunlight

On the grass

Grown beneath my feet.

I watch for the

Evening's first stars,

A hopeful triangle above my head,

That foretells not only dark's arrival,

But speaks of work to be done

Before the long night's rest.

Then, one afternoon I notice

My husband, the pruner,

Has cut the final stalk

And thrown it away.

Now, I stll search for

The late summer stars,

But I miss the

Sweet promise that

Filled my head

When that blossom of youth

Was still there.

– Sandra Marlowe © May 2011