Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Purple Ironweed

Purple escaped when no one was looking,

leeching from springtime irises, leaving them faded and spent.

Purple vanished, riding the wind until it was captured

by lowly ironweed,

 waving to us from the side of the road.

 Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they

 spin not; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all

his glory was not arrayed like one of these.

~Luke 12:27