Sunday, July 03, 2011

Sunday, July 3rd,  2011

The first flush of roses is fading fast
and I spend much of my time in the garden
these days, deadheading and tending
to the last new buds.

Although these roses will bloom again
I will have moved away
and will be burying my face
in other fragrances.

But perhaps we will take the Abraham Darby with us
It is so beautiful.



A poem by Mary Oliver about late summer roses

What happens
to the leaves after
they turn red and golden and fall
away?  What happens

to the singing birds
when they can't sing
 any longer?  What happens
to their quick wings?

Do you think there is any
personal heaven
for any of us?
Do you think anyone,

the other side of that darkness,
will call to us, meaning us?
Beyond the trees
the foxes keep teaching their children

to live in the valley.
So they never seem to vanish, they are always there
in the blossom of the light
that stands up every morning

in the dark sky.
And over one more set of hills,
along the sea,
the last roses have opened their factories of sweetness

and are giving it back to the world.
If I had another life
I would want to spend it all on some
unstinting happiness.

I would be a fox, or a tree
full of waving branches.
I wouldn't mind being a rose
in a field full of roses.

Fear has not yet occurred to them, nor ambition.
Reason they have not yet thought of.
Neither do they ask how long they must be roses, and then what.
Or any other foolish question.


5 comments:

Barb said...

You have left so many gardens behind in your lifetime, Hildred - and now, one more. In these line I hear your resolve:
"I will have moved away
and will be burying my face
in other fragrances."

Debra Ann Elliott said...

What a lovely blog! Thank you for stopping by small stones. Fireflys are beautiful when they light up the night sky.

Sallie (FullTime-Life) said...

Barb always says what I want to say so much more beautifully.

But prosaically, I am glad you will be able to take at least one special rose with you!

The poem is a keeper for me!

Strawberry Jam Anne said...

Beautiful words in the poem Hildred. You will take the memories of your lovely garden and its fragrances with you - as well as the Abraham Darby. A x

Linda Makiej said...

Wonderful texture work!!