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Tall and spindly, she stands behind
her sunny neighbors of summer—
a backdrop for their “zinneous” beauty,
waiting for her time to come.
Amid their late August goodbyes,
she quietly shows her face
as gently she nods
while pansies bow out.
Right on time, she greets September
in purple straw hat,
swaying with lifting breezes,
savoring short crisp days,
knowing autumn waits in the wings.
Like a petite purple star, grounded
in a chorus of plenty, she watches
green turn to crimson and bronze; listens
to the crunchy steps of passersby; feels
October winds twirl around and about her.
Through sun, rain, unpredictable days
and frosty November nights,
she lingers for 'the last dance'.
Her name? just Aster.
From Simple Awakenings ((Linebyline Press, 2010).
Used here with permission.
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Camille A. Balla lives in suburban Chicago. The author of Simple Awakenings, a chapbook that spans the seasons of the year, her poetry has appeared in local and national publications as well as on the Internet and in greeting cards and gift items. Camille is a life-long learner whose interest in spirituality and personal growth inspires her poetry. Other interests include digital photography, creating greeting cards for family and friends, trying out new recipes, collecting inspirational and motivational quotes, and sharing her poems at ‘open mics’.
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Lucida:
Everymonth I select a poem for our garden club newsletter. November is such a dreary month her in New England, but this poem is so....joyous.
Thank you!
Posted 10/02/2023 01:09 PM
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CamilleBalla:
Thanks to all who commented, making me aware of how the poem speaks to each you.
Posted 10/18/2022 08:54 PM
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Lori Levy:
Beautiful portrayal of asters.
Posted 10/17/2022 04:08 PM
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Wilda Morris:
A lovely poem, Camille! An excellent nature poem and, at the same time, an excellent metaphor.
Posted 10/17/2022 11:17 AM
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NormaB:
A perfect poem for this time of year as I watch the woods and meadows around me slowly transform. Thank you!
Posted 10/17/2022 09:34 AM
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KevinArnold:
Amid their late August goodbyes, is a fine line.
Posted 10/17/2022 09:14 AM
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Larry Schug:
Metaphorically. we all bloom in our own time. The late bloomers are special, both in the garden and in life. I appreciate this poem.
Posted 10/17/2022 08:58 AM
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Michael:
Really like the craftsmanship displayed in this poem, Camille. Vivid imagery. Thank you.
Posted 10/17/2022 08:06 AM
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