Rachel has her own preferences and palette

because our house and barn are red, she eschews
red flowers. and pink is out of the question. so our
blossoms are mostly yellows or blues
and purples, plus the inevitable white.

when it comes to daisies, she adores
ox-eyes, but not the larger Shasta.

the ox-eye daisies I lifted from rock and sand
to transplant here – my wife’s beloved June flower,
the blossom smaller and more delicate than the Shasta

after the old woman across the street with her phlox
the yard – the year – begins to reflect our work
even the things we have no control over
the solid white mass of wild roses in the box elder
where wild grapes will soon appear

balloon-flowers, callendula, ox-eye daisy
masses of mint, blooming borage, sweet Annie, mock orange,

our day lilies glow
as a prelude to fireworks

poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson



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