A Giddy Bit of Bedlam
Once upon a time, the garden
was red and yellow, gaudy,
blistering and indestructible.
But this is October’s end.
October is for storage, sugared fruit
and blanched beans. For blossoms
that flop into the periphery of winter.
For fern and flower in doddering rain.
I watch low stars frosty in the sky,
and the moon bald and shiny, and
my eyes smile with accomplishment.
Summer was a giddy bit of bedlam.
Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 29. Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021