Last blue of summer
Today’s Daily Post prompt title, “August Blues,” took me in a direction quite different from the texted prompt that followed:
LATE SUMMER BLUE
I’ve lingered and loved each
layered moment by the sea
and above all the single blue globe
that emerged post-zealous pruning
declaring its desire to grow —
one buoyant ball
of cerulean blue waving
across the chimed breeze
proof, though I’ve cut back my work in the world,
there is yet much to show.
swb
Thank you for the beautiful poem, Sarah. And I love hydrangeas!
Thanks, Jennifer. Hydrangeas seem to speak to me lately – I’ve written a lot about them and my goodness, you should SEE all the photos! I love how they change colors during a single blooming time. Good to see you here, thanks for visiting.
Pruning allows a plant (and us) to clear out the old and redirect our energy into new growth. I love your careful crafting of words to convey this – it is one of your hallmarks.
Thanks for stopping by, Jim – and for sharing both your observation and your kind words.
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Sarah, a lovely flowing meditation. I just sighed with pleasure after reading this 🙂
Thanking ye kindly, SaraV! Feels good to be back.