Slumbering Summer
Red geraniums grow tall.
Red geraniums grow tall.
Their leaves, like hands,
tap softly against my window
~ in the somnolent mid-afternoon ~
when the sun gets warmer,
I start to drowse, and
my tall geraniums also nod.
A puente for 'imaginary garden with real toads'.
A puente for 'imaginary garden with real toads'.
Oh this is beautiful and I feel this poem - so soothing, really. Love it.
ReplyDeleteThis is a perfect read for me right now--it's really cold here. The picture of a garden and gardener close to daydreaming in the warmth is quite soothing.
ReplyDeleteYou’ve captured a wonderfully drowsy moment in your Puente, Rosemary, and I can picture those red geraniums! I prefer red geraniums to any other colour and like their scent, which reminds me of hot summer afternoons.
ReplyDeleteThis conveys a delicate mood, the gentle nod of flowers and head in the summer afternoon. very nicely done, Rosemary.
ReplyDeleteOh I absolutely love this and agree with Magaly!❤️ The image of the red geraniums is quite lovely and soothing on this cold winter evening.
ReplyDeleteA lazy afternoon to cherish.
ReplyDeleteThis is simply perfect, Rosemary. I adore it, kinda want to sleep with this under my pillow.
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad everyone likes it. I was in two minds whether to post it, as I thought it was kind of a nothing poem that would be of little interest to anyone. Just proves all over again that we aren't always the best judges of our own work!
ReplyDeleteLove the nodding geraniums and the poet. Geraniums smell so wonderful. I have one that I brought in from outside and it is growing nicely and smiling at the snow blasting outside. Such a gentle and soothing mood in this Rosemary.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE the geraniums tapping like hands at the window. And dozing in the afternoon...........So amazing to think of you lolling in summer right now.
ReplyDeleteI love the thought of the geraniums nodding off with you!
ReplyDeleteOh this is beautiful...I too like both you and the geraniums nodding off to rest.
ReplyDeleteAs I write this, Toronto's temperature hovers about 0 C, and dreaming of the flowers that I helped my dad plant, so long ago, in the beds surrounding the house. Of the hummingbirds and other pollinators, would brought forth the beauty of these plants to life. Thank you, Rosemary, for bringing back this precious memory of my dad and I.
ReplyDeleteRed geraniums also connect me to the memory of my dad, who grew them and other flowers in the beds around our house when I was a child. He was very fond of them, and taught me to love them too. I always make sure I have geraniums growing wherever I live. (Luckily they are hardy and will grow anywhere.)
DeleteAs winter enters our hemisphere, I am beginning to long for the days you describe so beautifully.
ReplyDeleteMy aunt grew red geraniums in a pot outside her window. This poem is so comforting, I want to curl up with it.
ReplyDeleteNap time, the flowers will wait, take their naps while waiting. Your transfer line set the stage for that nicely.
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a gentle ekphrasis ~
ReplyDeleteUm, well, no ... unless you are seeing the geraniums as God's work of art.
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