Before we get too far past December let me share this with you.
From American Life in Poetry: Column 771
December
by Sarah Freligh
On the fire escape, one
stupid petunia still blooms,
purple trumpet blowing
high notes at the sky long
after the rest of the band
has packed up
and gone home.
P.S. I know this is a thistle. Not a petunia. And yet it's purple persistence, and vigorous nature, is the flower photo in my files that seemed best suited to the spirit of the poem.
Mmm, perfect! Thanks.
Posted by: jacki long | 01/15/2020 at 12:29 AM