late August:
sad leftovers of once-orange
day lilies. Half-
browned fronds fall, cross-
hatch, amass
their quickly declining
piling. But
from the entry-way window,
I can see again
that runt hosta! It’s baring
its buried leaves,
flaunting the flaxen beige
of its variegated
edging, waving its fading
purple pennants
into the post-season.
—first published in Muddy River Poetry Review
Photo by Rachel Ellis on Unsplash
