Cling-ons…

November 18, 2010 § 5 Comments

Yesterday morning, in the light, the mums were still there.
Not even being brave,
they were just being.

Nearly Thanksgiving and there they were still,
still flowering, not frosted.
Neither browned nor blacked by the the cold fingers of creeping winter.
Just purple-pink.
Just themselves,
not even thinking about it.
Not  thinking about the coming cold and snowball of holidays.

Just sitting there and doing that one thing.
Being.

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