August’s riot is underway: black-eyed susans with clusters of golden-blackness erupting from formal gardens, country roadsides, and cracks in pavements. Hearty, boisterous, the wildflowers appear like gossips, their petelled heads leaning toward one another, with occasional breezes disturbing the configurations. At intervals, snappish rainstorms pelt the flowers, affixed to thick hairy stems. With the sun’s reappearance, the resulting mishmash slowly diminishes, and the gossips resume their chatter, with even more verve.
With the advent of autumn, black-eyed susans lose their petals, their cone centers hardening with seeds, with promise of spring’s proliferation. Even their colors lend their gold to maples, aspens, and tulip trees; to waning sunlight outlining blackened limbs.
And another year passes. This has been a good one.
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August 11, 2021 at 3:29 pm
Bernie Thibodeau
Liz, You choice of words is extraordinary. Obviously, they make your creations to be outstanding.
August 11, 2021 at 11:06 pm
heart-whisperings
Thanks, Bernie. I hope black-eyed susans are near your home. My neighbor’s garden is full of them …
Love,
Liz