With hoverflies hovering,
Red-belted bumble bees buzzing,
Cabbage whites silently slurping
Your sweet, sweet nectar flowing
And on your stems sticking
Spiders and ants wishing you’d stay
A never-ending summer they pray
For you morph into seeds
On white, feathery pappuses.
Oh, well. No use complaining
For henceforth we’re all wintering.
Thanks to your stubborn roots clinging,
Wicked winds blowing, seeds scattering,
Your sweetness we’ll be sucking next spring.
MLJ/23/08/2024/EastLakePark
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