Our
Garden, Late Summer
Colorful
cosmos,
I
know your time
with
us grows short.
Yet
you swing to and fro
in
the late summer breeze,
dancing
till the end.
Hydrangeas,
roses, lupines-
I’ll
never know all your names.
English,
wild, attracting bees
and
little white butterflies
with
your sways.
Purples,
magentas, pinks,
flags
of a peaceful world.
You
smile as the sun
illuminates
your charms.
When
we planned
the
garden, I imagined
the
colors and the quiet chaos
of
varying sized plants
crowded
together.
I
didn’t imagine the happiness,
the
childlike innocence,
the
waving stems or
the
butterflies bouncing.
Ours
is like a yard filled with brightly
dressed
children
dancing
to a music only nature’s
most
gentle hear.
Bruno Rescigna
My writing credits include: short stories published in Elysian Fields Quarterly and the Bucks County Writer, two one-act plays produced at the University of New Mexico. My poetry has been published by Arial Chart, Literary Yard, the annual issue of Tidewater. One of my poems was selected for reading at the 2023 Summertide Festival and will be displayed for 12 months on the grounds of the Port Angeles Fine Arts Center. In addition, I was interviewed on the “Strength to Be Human” podcast hosted by Mark Rossi. Lastly, I was a finalist in 2021’s Tucson Festival of Books, a national poetry competition.
Beautiful work. The last stanza is wonderful.
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