Saturday, September 17, 2016

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