a sunday short: bloom?

in waning summer

Taken September 17, 2024. By me. The colors are NOT enhanced except by Mother Gaia herself.

a surprising bloom on this 
waning summer’s day.
unexpected, but delighted am i
for it. 

it hung alone from vines 
turning brown and from leaves
turning yellow, and falling. 
but yet bloomed it has;
bright
and purple,
and yellow. 
and alone.
clematis it is.
(i was about to say ‘was,’
but it’s right here, 
in front of me,
thriving.)

what is this about,
this late summer’s show of color
and fertility?
in air turning crisp
and daylight less?

hope?
faith?
anticipation?
procrastination?
sisterhood?
abundance?
wonder?
impermanence? 
grief?

beauty just for beauty’s sake?

whatever it might be,
it’s still right in front of me; 
and reasons for being sometimes just 
don’t matter,
now do they.

it should be enough that
it’s here.

one final bloom
in this season’s waning moments. 
a lovely reminder of what once was 
not all that long ago;
and what so many yearn will be again
in some unknown future
that is not even yet

a dream. 

~ k