Yarrow in Autumn


Yarrow grows all year,

Making ready for autumn's feast,

When it will take the autumn turn,

Turing its own pale bloom face

Into lace, into pale off-white lace,

Lace and grace, turning the field into a haven

For any who would need psymmetry,

For any who would need to refresh their own color-sense

By seeing, really seeing,

The field of autumn yarrow

Celebrating the fulfillment of its annual life.


Winter will come,

To turn the yarrow brittle,

To use its frost to kill the spent pale beauty,


But yarrow knows

How to keep its seed against winter's rage, and

Early in spring yarrow will regain its life.


--November 8, 2013