FALL
Dry dying leaves leave branch to fall.
Dropped curtain on heavy rainfall.
Blue hue shining on sky of Fall.
Glossy luster shown over all.
Morning mist addressing 'Hello!'
Pleasant gentle breeze to follow.
Fresh flora-foliage on glow.
Grown in garden : Pumpkin mellow .
Welcome rufus auburn Autumn
Cosmos, cockscomb, hypericum.
Curly blossom chrysanthemum
Longer blooming sparkling sedum.
Autumn welcoming sunny sky.
Cumulus cotton clouds float, fly.
In bright sunshine birds soaring high.
Outdoor romance ! Ready to try.
Stonecrop,
across garden stones I hop
sun shining,
sedum blooms unfurl
some pink, some pearl
with charming cool elegance
blooms dazzle near falling leaves
pansies dahlias and mums
add to the color
cosmos and lilies blush bliss
sage and sedum, autumn fire
shine in the heyday of chill
as hued leaves go down
Sedum flourished beneath the holly bound
pale green succulent formed mounds
atop thick stems and leaves groomed
aside the roses now out of bloom,
where chrysanthemums began to bud and fill
the earthen browning ground displays upon the hills.
September days inched in, sun out of reach
summer suddenly at its ending peek
and green became a hue of rosy pink delights
calling hummingbirds and butterflies from flight
where scented fragrances faded with the winds
and autumn turned the leaves to yellowed orange fringe
Wild finches whistled thru the cloudy days
taking seeded coneflower treats away
while squirrel chatter reveled fighting steals
knowing winter comes with chilly lack of appeal
and each day ends with the sedum turning crimson red
and creatures large and small hunker down within their beds.
O’ beautiful autumn flower;
Once green amber yellow;
Now wit a hint of orange;
Awesome bloom;
Nestled tomb..
Matters not yet you blossoms-
Stop
Sedum
With thick, waxy leaves, "stonecrop"
Chrysanthemums
Fall's most popular flower
optimism, joy and longevity
yellow variety
Michaelmas Daisy
Purple is officially in for fall
Appear from late summer to early fall "Bugbane"
Attracting butterflies.
O’ beautiful autumn flower;
Once green amber yellow;
Now wit a hint of orange;
Awesome bloom;
Nestled tomb..
Matters not yet you blossoms-
Stop!!!
10/24/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
There is a bumble rumble
off in the bramble ramble jumble
with bees hovering as the sedum flowers crumble,
flowers perched in fading colors reds and browns
as summer welcomes winter to town
and autumn begins to shut life down;
the buzz feed hums in less quiet gatherings
upon the petals of seedling jabberings
where moth and butterfly are now scattering;
the filibuster clusters in hive jive
store combs of honey to survive
and keep the queen protected and alive;
the working drones tightly huddle
their demanding queen to cuddle
pressed around to warm and snuggle;
and every flutter and wing shiver
promises more warmth to deliver
against the snow and cold of winter bitter;
this is the humble bumble's inner blossom
securing honey of flower nectar and pollen
their worker drone waggle dance most solemn,
preparing their bumble rumble quiet ensemble of autumn.
Last night a noreaster passed us by,
So my yellow crocus hopeful though til now shy,
Spread open wide this morn,
Cheering a flower bed otherwise forlorn.
Eager roses bud canes low to ground,
Dared sprout buds above their mulched mounds.
At their feet, sedum cluster new corms
Ignoring dry stems above and threats of more storms.
As nature does tentatively rebound,
My spirits lift from winter doldrums profound.
Now if only my new puppy would not cheerfully shred
My indoor plants that sustain my homestead!
MRT
3-22-18
The House I Grew Up In
had a hole
in the hall closet door
father’s fist-size
with jagged edges
punched
at mother’s eye level
unseeing relations hung
winter coats inside
innocents asked:
"what happened here"?
it was part of the decor
like the living room schefflera plant
and the wooden crucifix
above Patricia’s bed
I covered it with a cardboard Santa
for the holidays, still
at night
I heard its screams
years later, in my garden
I unearthed that hole
and filled it with the roots
of a sedum
Dearest children: Save yourselves.
You're governed out of freedom.
Save yourself from being all
and swear to us your sedum.
Have no faith to carry us
away from where we've come.
Open up and share with us
what little's to your sum.
Forgive us all the things we've done.
We're beggars without cause.
Punish us for all our kind:
and making of our laws.
Pray we make some better choices.
Believe us if you can.
Remember all that we've come from
and chalk it up to man.
Her green thumb was legendary.
She grew lemon, peach, apple,
even grapefruit trees from seeds,
after she ate the fruit.
Her last years, in government housing,
and restricted from growing plants
in the postage-size plot
fronting her apartment,
she gathered pots,
filled them with color,
and set them along her walk.
Seeds fell from fading blooms,
and took root among the rocks.
Her moss rose, petunias, sweet peas,
flowering almond, and variegated sedum
thrive bountifully in my garden,
years after her death, a fitting tribute
to her love of nature.
They speak to me
of her presence with the living,
and offer promise of future reunion
among the blossoms.
CFA© 6/6/2014
He's bringing out his pencil
Clearing up his mind seeking freedom
Throwing all devastating thoughts
To describe all the pictures of sedum
I see it in different
Colors, forms, in blues
Brightest after shining Sun
In orbits around space, it moves
Mesmerizing its beauty
Orange, White & Red
A Lunar lost in Heaven
Or hiding as Crescent
Between the Sun & Earth
Charming with its tricks
Aligned into shadows
Forming its Eclipse
Illuminates the world like a star
With irresistible gravitation
A one of a kind yet bizarre
Stalking you in rotation
Sire Moon you're a sign of the love, people seek
Sire Moon in your light, lovers lay down to speak
Sire Moon, you made us sometimes go cry
Sire Moon, you've witnessed lots of goodbyes
Like a breeze blowing my mind, Sire Moon
Mystique, rare type of monsoon
Come closer, never let go Sire Moon
I'll keep watching over, as you come & go
Go on, play my best tune Sire Moon
You're the reason, I‘ve wrote this poem