What good will it do to offer September
miniature nosegays kissed with morning's dew,
beg her hold at bay Autumn's chilly hand?
No. She'll caress with biting breath
all the pretty colors. Offer one last dance.
I've learned to be a wall-flower come Winter,
guard happy thoughts.
No matter how pious, grayness finds me
spiraling Lantana's roots
questioning once again if Spring will set me free.
by Margaret Bednar, September 21, 2014
This is for "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Swedish poetry and Karin Boye"
This is a response to my reading the poetry of Karin Boye - a Swedish poet. HERE are some of her translated poems. I found much of her poetry sad and depressing in a beautiful way - she wove nature into her poetry, as well as rhythm and rhyme (which I did not do). If you want to learn more about her follow the above link.
This was a hard poem for me to write as I don't often write with so much despair… I do know some people who can't abide the grayness of winter and get depressed if they are surrounded by the color gray. (I love gray as a neutral color - it soothes me - mix it with creams and a touch of green or blue…HERE is a room I think is cool - it just needs a bookcase) Which is funny, because I currently have a lot of red in my bedroom and traditional furniture - which is completely opposite this room.
Where I live in North Carolina, Lantana blooms in summer and fall and if we remain frost free, it should act as a perennial.
Note: nosegay - (or posy) is a small flower bouquet.