I used to have a beautiful garden. I miss it. I wrote this one year while contemplating the way it always escapes my attempts to keep it "civilized" in the late summer and fall.


Late Summer Sonnet

Where did the Columbines and Lupines go
The Alliums that stood so straight and neat
The raspberries with all their bright red glow
That children did consider such a treat?
The beetles have made lace of all the weeds
The mint's run over everything that's small
The yarrow blooms have withered into seed
Rudbeckia has covered nearly all.
The bee balm now is looking pale and wan
Chrysanthemums of dusty pink are masters
The violets and daisies are now gone
Their spaces have been trampled-on by asters.
As autumn colors warm the garden wall
The cooler nights bespeak the coming fall.




Sonnet by Nancy Sikora
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Written on 2011-01-12 at 22:25

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nice
2011-07-08


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm with Rob, Nancy. This is a wonderfully elegant poem.
2011-01-16


countryfog
Having 'lost' my garden as well, I can relate, though mine was mostly vegetables. I suspect the rabbits and raccoons miss it even more than I do. Nicely done Nancy.
2011-01-13


shells
I can certainly understand why you miss your garden, 'tis good to have an uncivilized garden, you have captured its fading glory perfectly.
2011-01-13



I like craft as well, but I also like the sense that something hard won was lost. And, it was good, and you miss it.
2011-01-12


Rob Graber
I admire the perfection of the rhymes and meter. Very well crafted indeed!
2011-01-12