It has been like Indian Summer today. Warm, real warm and muggy with an occasional surprise shower popping up. to be followed by sunshine again. Between the raindrops I picked the last of the dahlias. It is so nice to have flowers to cut and arrange in colorful bouquets. How different each kind of flower is from the other. Their beauty inspires me to make a poem.
Dahlias In A Blue Vase
Dahlias don't behave
as well as cut flowers should.
They tend to hang their heads
like shy maidens would
or those who feel inferior,
downtrodden or blue might do,
not wanting to stand up straight
and look each other in the eye.
Colors so pure and exquisite...
Garnet, pale pink, pristine white;
Don't they know how very lovely they are
arranged just so in a vase of cobalt blue
or in a common mason jar
they're simply plopped into?
Tonight at twilight, just before the sunset, the sky was such a sight to behold, all cerulean blue, pink and yellow, like a Maxfield Parish painting. I think this one is called 'Sunup'
Seems like it has been a day filled with beautiful sights including the fast turning autumn leaves of the many hues of reds and golds. What a day to be thankful for the wonderful gift of vision. May we not ever take our sight for granted!
That was such a nice poem about the dahlias! And I do love that Maxfield Parrish painting. It is so different than the ones I usually see.
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