morning clouds smooth out the blued eyed sky
shaking out the nights wrinkled sheets of stars
and wandering constellations
lifting the heavy white curtains
of fragrant lilies
sending their fresh washed scent
across the dawning day
humid haze catches the mist
and the swallows hovering over the still water
in the summer meadow
dew spangled webs
glisten in the crystal light
the magic of a summer morning
It’s a beautiful morning nearing the end of June – and the garden has gotten that lived in look.
The Columbine have gone to seed, the seed was harvested (could have used a combine they were so thick!) and the spent plants are cut back.
Now, mostly cool greens of different shades and textures will dominate the garden for the rest of the summer. But there will always be spots of color- and at the moment, the day-lilies are taking the stage. I love their form and sparkling colors – and we have one variety that gives the sweetest scent in the evening.
I have a few cosmos and larkspur showing up from seed broadcast last summer – one never knows what will or won’t do. And a friend planted love in the mist in her garden – so delicate and charming a plant – I will have to try those next year. (What?!! – already dreaming of next years garden!smiles)
I hope you are enjoying the beauty of summer in a garden – wishing you joy and peace – K
Ancient continental spine
her land deep rutted, hollows
cut deep, retreating from steep ridges,
above ageless streams and rivers.
She is my home
Not born but adopted
child of hard scrabble rockfilled ridges
and deep green spring cooled hollows.
I have felt her heartbeat
from the instant my foot touched
her hard soil
and my eyes saw
a color not known until that day -
of her October sky.
I was beckoned as if I knew her
and my soul was drawn to this promised land.
She is my home, ancient and new,
from her craggy stone breast
and fragrant sassafras woods
she calls me-