The passing of summer

It is inescapable that a gardener would mourn the passing of summer when the garden activities were winding down; Emily Dickinson was no exception.  This is how she did it.  Emily must also plant flowers of gentian family, which are colorful; many are blue.  Again both bee and butterfly showed up hand by hand.

The Gentian weaves her fringes –

The Maple’s loom is red –

My departing blossoms

           Obviate parade.

A brief, but patient illness –

An hour to prepare,

And one below this morning

Is where the angels are –

It was a short procession,

The Bobolink was there –

And aged Bee addressed us –

And then we knelt in prayer –

We trust that she was willing –

We ask that we may be.

Summer – Sister – Seraph!

Let us go with thee!

In the name of the Bee -

And of the Butterfly -

And of the Breeze - Amen!