Liturgy For The Rhododendrons
Twenty-three days into June,
Rhododendrons gone,
Having lasted longer than
They’ve ever done
In all the years we’ve lived here,
Peaked
This week
Just when we celebrated summer’s solstice;
Glorious, abundant, no, profuse in pinkness.
We were blessed.
As if it knew it was no longer needed,
Days of admiration ended,
Rhododendron’s tree called on the rain
To pellet down
Like hail.
So now, until
Next year,
We gaze enraptured,
Petals shrunken, darkened,
Ground-enriching.
Liturgy For The Rhododendron 6.23.2013
Circling Round Nature; Swedish Book; birth, Death & In Between II;
Arlene Corwin