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The Stragglers

Little stragglers
I wonder that
you’re stranded here
fretting about among
these last glorious flowers
leftover summer gems
balancing precariously
on the brink
of gusty storms.
You there
fluttering softly
in that wild wind
harmonizing humbly
with bees
backyard beauties
awe bringing
living color sculptures.
I imagine you taking to the sky
in full flight
upward searching
finally finding
a true tribe of fluttering fantasy
assembling into formation
like Pegasus in the air.
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24 Comments

  1. Jim Jim

    the little stragglers that I have are leftovers from my marigolds. they’re all wilted and brown now but I think they look kind of nice in the new snow looking like this.

    • Oh I love marigolds….I’ll bet they do form a contrast with the brown against the cold white. I have these things I call “snow flowers” and I don’t know their official name, but they bloom all winter long and just love the snow and ice (in the event we get snow and ice….)

    • Thanks Marissa, and yes, we still have these flowers that I call, Snow Flowers that just love that brisk winter weather. A fellow blogger just clued me in on what they might actually be called so I’m going to look them up!

  2. Nothing like that around here. We got snow today. But my indoor orchid is budding again (third time since July!)–sort of a “chain-bloomer” that keeps giving me something to look forward to. πŸ™‚

  3. Ahh…lovely, Lana. So delicate and light and the ending is beautiful:
    ‘a true tribe of fluttering fantasy
    assembling into formation
    like Pegasus in the air.’
    Here the pansies are still as bright and strong as every but the last fuchsias wilted away with the frost a couple of weeks ago – sadly.

    • Many thanks, Annika. There is certainly something in seeing those last flowers depart. Pansies do well here, and last throughout the winter. I have not had time to plant any this year, but it’s not over yet….

      • You can always try to plant some now! I realised today I’ve forgotten to plant out the bulbs but with the warm weather I’m going to give that a go.

  4. Something terribly sad about seeing the stragglers, Lana. I wonder if they feel left behind?? Still, perhaps we should look on the bright side — they’re nature’s promise that spring will come in its time, bringing more beauty after this season of slumber!

    • I was sad too, Debbie. Some of the butterflies were so small….they moved around so fast I could hardly get a photo. Plus there were bees, as I mentioned, ha ha. I’ll bet they have a way to get out in front of the cold. I like thinking about nature’s promise. …

  5. I was blown away by the way you woven this poem, talking to this straggler, making it take flight and live through your words,.Lana.

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