Our church had our annual poetry service, always right after Thanksgiving, fitting.
Jennie King gave me permission to post her poem:
Daisies in October
At the end of October, Halloween,
One defiant bloom hangs on,
Persisting against the autumn chill,
Giving new meaning to fresh as a daisy.
Intrepid, heroic or florally crazy.
The second of November we awake,
To find it shrunken against the frost
Dark and limp in the morning sun'
Resurrecting its vigor that afternoon
We still know that it will wither soon.
Valiantly upright in the autumn wind
Just outside the kitchen window
It succumbs finally one week later,
Surrounded by buds still tightly folded
Their future gone before it was molded.
The hummingbirds have come and gone
But a few of the iris are reblooming
Giving us unexpected color and grace.
Never mind the turkey and the squash
Its the promise of spring that we must watch.
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