Mothers-of-the-evening

Written by: Albert Ahearn

Their days in the sun are fulfilled. Their once bright pink and white petals now lie withered and brown beneath the dead wavering naked stalks that once connected each cluster. Hesperis matronalis Gone are their aromatic scents that had tantalized all that passed their many clustered colonies. Gone are my nightly fragrant walks among their unseen loveliness. Gone with them are my joys of spring and what remains are memories of their fulfilling presence here.