The Darling Buds- Lupin

As the heat rises,

Heavy in our throats and hearts,

So we take our bow,

Our bold palette laid before you,

A tapestry of hope and possibilities.

Shall we blanket the meadows,

Our seed on every rise?

Shall we burn under the sun,

Under the inescapable light?

Let us lay out the final hand before you

Our passage from the possibility,

From the half-formed dreams of spring,

To something fixed and final.

Let us pass boldly,

Our blossoms as loud as our hopes,

Let us pass from spring’s possibility to

Warm reality

Pass into

Summer’s unknown future.

IMG_1348Lupin- Imagination

Every May (and sometimes, the first week of June), I do a series of poems based on Victorian flower meanings. Welcome to the Darling Buds.

For more hard won wisdom, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.

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