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