Day 29: Prompt, a poem of meditation
We Have the Best of It.
(a meditation on a change of season)
There is outside my window a hibiscus bush.
I meditate on this; a few florets, a rich engrossing
red. They become smaller at this time of the year.
Though smaller in width the blooms assume
a blowsy show with closer packing of this
their double bloom, for lack of thorn
cannot parade as a rose. Nothing like
the rose either in texture and frills.
Next to it another hibiscus, single
in her bloom and being orange/yellow
more a sister to the sun.
I meditate on the survival of these
two sturdy bushes, the alcove
suits them well. They are hardy,
lacking water and nutrient
and never let me down.
Only one of these bushes is
in need of pruning back this year.
It’s the red and, as if she meditates
on me, she blooms these several
small but vivid blooms to a lack
I beat the next grey shower, plucking
all blooms that opened for the day;
spent blooms of yesterday I gently toss
at her feet and go indoors to float
a summer brilliance of florets
in a bowl trying not to meditate
on the change of yet another
season. I wait now, a strangely
similar bloom, the camellias
early buds almost ready to form
and will be the next in show.
But today I meditate on hibiscus.
Here sturdy and subtropical.
Being on the cusp of things
our season changes are a little sad
but never severe. We have the best of it. a
Benita H. Kape © 30.4.2019