I stood amongst the potted garden
delighted with summer’s hues and scents,
when overhead the sound of honking geese astonished me.
To my surprise, the alarm of summer’s end had arrived.
In the coming weeks, from time to time,
I will watch the crimson sunset with my love,
recall the season’s nights and days,
the work, the play, the rest,
then question which of these had we done the best
and which should we have done the least?
I will most likely sigh, the long slow sigh
that signals it is time to prepare my soul
for the passing of time,
the pulling back of dead blossoms and faded dreams,
the unfinished feats I pledged to self,
to others, and my love.
But I will ponder on these for a moment only,
then praise my love’s encouragement
for booming hues in tubs of clay,
where we will sit next year once again,
delighted in summer’s potted garden.
© 2014 Dianne Marie Andre