Your time to season has had its season,
your useful bits have now long gone;
you struggle to rhyme without your reason,
the line in the sand has been overdrawn.
But in your structure, I see a spark
of a cunning, active, tactile mind;
your sunset days will leave their mark,
in beauty you’ll rest, when life’s resigned.
These chives have lost their primary purpose – and yet, in their decline, they are still beautiful. Don’t you agree?
They are beautiful. I didn’t realise they were chives.
No, there isn’t anything recognizable as such anymore there, so you are forgiven. 🙂
I agree. I still see the beauty in them 🙂
I find that so very encouraging, don’t you? 🙂
I love chives–didn’t know they looked like that.
This is only when they’ve bloomed, gone to seed, and frozen to death! Not your everyday average chives, these…. 🙂
I think I’ve only seen the skinny dark green things in the produce aisle, that you chop up for sour cream on baked potatoes–are you hungry now??
Beautiful in decline…I like that!
Me, too – having joined those in decline! 🙂
I think they look beautiful too! Loving how we can still see beauty, even as things are ending up their season in the garden. Thanks, Melody!
It is so encouraging to me that many things in their decline are so beautiful! Perhaps that is one of the underlying messages of the fall season??