Milkweed has risen up, alive and green
And shines in glow of red ball sunset’s rays.
Plump peaches hang from slender branches, seen
Against a patterned, darkened lily bed,
Maroon against bright emerald on the edge.
Wedging, straw flowers, purple, push on through
Amid a cloud of lemon primrose hedge.
A floating border spreads and picks up red
To add some spice to this small sandwiched space.
Here everything pays homage to the fact
Of foliage—plump roses interface
With fruits, where Monarchs flourish and are fed.
For more from Sally Cook, and a bio, go here.
Painting by the poet: “As New England Used To Be.”