Friday, September 13, 2013

An Ode to the Late Bloomers

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Photo 52, Week 36:  Fresh Start

I love September.  In fact, I have been known to say September is my paycheck.
In my earlier days, September was the month I got lost in my work.
Now it is the month I emerge from my work.
There are so many things that get a fresh start in September,
but I typically get a fresh start on some of my own exploring.
Gotta bask in summer's last hurrah, you know.
So I went to the arboretum, and photographed these fish
(in honor of back to school, of course).
Along with a whole lot of late bloomers.

Here is my ode to them:

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Dear Late Bloomers,

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I am always enticed by the sweet beauty 
of your counterparts in early spring.

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One has to admire their boldness, after all,

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to appear sometimes even before the snow has gone

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to announce the arrival of a new season.

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But Late Bloomers,
how easily I forget that you wait patiently
for summer's dwindling days to stun us,

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just when we thought all of the better things had passed.

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You are like the finest wine at the wedding feast
when the empty vessels had already signified
that it was time for the guests to leave,

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until Jesus came on the scene to announce
that the party, in fact, had only just begun.

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Thank you, Late Bloomers,

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for meeting me in the quiet of summer's end.

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It is you who know me best.

3 comments:

Deanna said...

Oh what beautiful captures of "summer's end". The rose and the butterfly took my breath away!! Enjoy September, it will be over in a flash!

HJ said...

Lovely post!!

Life with Kaishon said...

What I love about September is the color. What I don't love is that it reminds me that childhood is fleeting. I absolutely watch with sickness as my baby gets on the bus for the first time each school year. I mean, there is hope mixed among the sickness, but I always feel so worried. And sad. Very, very sad.

I just like little. 13 is nice. Super nice. But little was my favorite.