Yesterday’s Dreams

This garden is in retreat,
Dark red dahlias heralding the end.
Yesterday’s dreams already lying down
With their heads on the pillow. 

Stars glint at one another,
Until a shimmering mist
Swirls its skirts
Over the cold, thin petals
Of the last roses.

But this garden acknowledges no retreat,
Defiantly flowering one final daisy.
Today’s dreams already on their toes,
 Waiting to get a move on. 

                        ©Gwen Grant

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