Lilac and the Rose

One time in this place

I stood between

The  lilac

And the rose

In this place

A seed sown,

Dark loam turned

Curled in earth

Awaiting birth

Between the seeding

And the sown

So many scents

And sounds to savour.

Caught  there in the dark

‘Tween memory and time past

A present to be held

For the uncertain future

But then today

I saw your face

In a sunflower

Your head bowed.

JL aug 2011

And now in Michaelmas daisy time a rather joyous Autumn day. Such days are a source of some solace:  a Dahlia time full fashioned and emblazoned among the Fuchsia and the last flush of  rose.