Angel Trumpet,
Blooming, Teaching
The neighbor’s
angel trumpet blooms,
Blooms yellow
gold chalices facing the earth.
Chalices,
hanging out-of-season ornaments, and
When touched by
a breeze,
Sway quietly.
Ringing, muted
bells.
Frost will put
an end to their posturing.
Frost will nip
them, kill their earth-worship,
Rid the
neighbor’s garden
Of its
chalice-laden, golden chalice-laden beauty.
No more will the
golden chalices dispense
Their golden
beauty upon the waiting earth.
No more will the
muted bells ring.
--November 26,
2013
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