Gardening In Autumn - Poem by Donal Mahoney
She’s been a gardener for years
but more and more she brings
flowers inside to arrange a
new garden on her mantel.
She’s in transition, she says,
but remembers summer fondly
in the autumn of her life
and sees winter coming so
she gardens on the mantel now.
There, winter’s not a problem.
Her arrangement, she explains,
has a dahlia, last flower of summer,
bold above hydrangea leaves
burning red in the midst of fall.
The mugo pine warns of winter.
The pine she’s had for 20 years,
remembers planting it and hopes
she’s an evergreen as well.
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