Glancing up at a beutifull balmy
fall's day with the distant mountiains
covered with hues of autum's breath
Crisp chill was in the air
that stood evedence clearly
of the frost that has knocked on
the door of so many plants that
lie in thier death, with deadly brown
leaves on the branches and leaves
slowly wilting, slightly as the sun
approached as if to warm gently
to its child, stood, a single lonely
marigold that seemed to withold
the nights passing freeze...
Alone but stood with so much beauty
as if to let her plant know, as long as
she is alive it will protect her buds
from the freeze of yet another night
Blooming with wonder filled with
purity as its white beauty stood
so prowdly, she was trying with
dignity to say goodby to her
summer visitors, sadly, as I pondered
at its magnifiing glory, wondering
how many people noticed the
lonlely marigold......
Another Collins masterpiece, a wonderfully painted picture. Best wishes, Andrew x
Hi Bonnie. I can picture the scene now as I look out on the few remaining marigolds in my garden just hanging on till the end. they are hardy little plants are'nt they. well written good subject thanks for the read. Regards Dave T.10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is truly a beautiful poem of nature and this time of year. We can wait when the spring comes again to begin new life. Wonderful poem