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
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