The Rudbeckias
Now is the time that I miss your faces
It’s winter, and you have gone from the places
Where once I planted some seeds of you,
Where you blossomed all day in a way so true,
I collected your seeds one Autumn day,
As your demise seemed Oh so far away.
The days became bleak though you looked so bold,
You vanished from sight when the nights turned cold.
Now in the spring your seeds I sew.
I look forward in hope as I watch them grow.
A cascade of blooms will be soon on their way,
To raise my spirits on a warm summer day.
Richardpeej April 2010
Now is the time that I miss your faces
It’s winter, and you have gone from the places
Where once I planted some seeds of you,
Where you blossomed all day in a way so true,
I collected your seeds one Autumn day,
As your demise seemed Oh so far away.
The days became bleak though you looked so bold,
You vanished from sight when the nights turned cold.
Now in the spring your seeds I sew.
I look forward in hope as I watch them grow.
A cascade of blooms will be soon on their way,
To raise my spirits on a warm summer day.
Richardpeej April 2010