SHADE GARDEN

Lane to Priestacott by Derek Harper is licensed under CC-BY-SA 2.0

It is hard to flower in the shade.

Floral display is for the bees

and pollinators who see

the value and possibility

of a plant to survive beyond its seed.

Nectar moves with pollen from darkest night

and plants mingle and join in plain sight,

to be more and to do more

than simply survive. They strive to thrive.

In deep shade plants may stay alive.

Hosta flowers with a single note.

Its flower pulses high above leaves long and wide,

a surprise symphony of  courage and pride.

Flowers who manage to grace the dark

appear as pale as moonlight,

or tiny and overly bright as minuscule suns,

miniature versions of sun-garden cousins.

Shade gardens offer a place to hide

amid dark plants struggling to flower

when one knows one cannot.

The smallest birds and animals shelter there

beneath broad leaves, safe from hawks

and others who prey on such as they.

When the shine of bright light and heat of sun

becomes too much, we run

to shelter in the shade, listen to its music,

dance on its cool earth, and have some fun.

Flowers would be nice.

Sun’s beauties have a price

some of us cannot afford to pay.

Peace comes in the darkest glades.

I happily, and lovingly, sit in the shade.

Photo by Dagmara Dombrovska on Pexels.com

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