In early May, I came upon a poem that had a sweet spirit in it, an every-day-ness that also was a kind of blessing. I got permission from the poet to share it here, but things happened and in the mess of all the things, this poem slipped away from me.
It came back this morning as I was snipping these dinner-plate-sized dahlias (How? I married a man who grew up on a farm), and so I’ve copied the poem below. This poem is also courtesy of the wonderful Poetry Foundation, which will upon request send a poem-of-the-day email.
Susan Palmer's Exquisite Now 
2 responses to “Dahlias and a poem”
nice
Thank you