Dahlias in October

A red dahlia glowing brightly, a couple of blocks beyond my balcony:

Poppies in October
by Sylvia Plath

Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.
Nor the woman in the ambulance
Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly——

A gift, a love gift
Utterly unasked for
By a sky

Palely and flamily
Igniting its carbon monoxides, by eyes
Dulled to a halt under bowlers.

O my God, what am I
That these late mouths should cry open
In a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers.

Source: Poetry Foundation

Comments

[Tess]

Beautiful poem, lovely photographs. How nice it was to come home and see this.

[Elaine]

Hello, Tess. What a treat for me to come home (from another hike, lucky me) and read your lovely comment. Thank you.