Thursday, December 3, 2009

The Persistence of Summer

One brave pansy, as yellow as yellow can be, continues to bloom on my back deck.

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The Promise
Summer persists in a single yellow bloom,
a drop of gold in autumn’s mauve and grey:
The season’s last bright pansy does not presume
to know that winter frost is on the way.
The golden sun still glowing in its face,
its leaves still neat, with gently scalloped edge,
it shines a note of poignant hope and grace
among the leafless vines and thorny hedge.
The last of hundreds that brightened our front walk
with white and yellow, and chestnut-purple note,
this last of all, the brightest, seems to mock
the coming cold, though summer’s now remote.
Wind will blow, and winter frost will sting,
But in that pensive face, I see the promised spring.

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  1. A nice little pensée
    Appropriate (and appropriately removed) on our first really, really cold
    Midwestern day.
    Spring seems as far away as Mars right now.

  2. Hi Elaine,

    Yes, the pansies are named for the French "penser," meaning "to think" -- I love their thoughtful little faces. Thanks for your poem-post.



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