Summer’s Last


Intrepid petunia, November gray

A ray of life on an autumn day

Stands lonely in planter on a porch

The seasons of gold’s solemn torch

On canvas of gray grows shadow of white

Sunbeams focus ‘til called by night

Her lasting beauty the sun is drawn

Through lonely nights to kiss at dawn

Yet soon to be tucked in bed of snow

A winter slumber awaiting springs glow