GHAZAL FOR A FLOWERBED

Linda Umans

Marigolds, snapdragons, sweet alyssum, et al, bedded down in the flowerbed.
Weather is rough. Water dripping from roof. I hope they won’t drown in the flowerbed.

Orange maroon shades of gold line the garden; keep ruminants away.
Memories of India. Heat embedded in skin. Petals burnished brown in the flowerbed.

A pink flamingo guards the portulaca attention trained on its spread.
So diverse, each pop a new color. I call it the clown in the flowerbed.

Dragons snap in the morning light especially the dew-drenched magenta.
They turn into skulls to honor the dead when they eventually bow down in the flowerbed.

The spirit of Lin persists, hovers, as in a ghost photograph. 
See, she reflects in a bee's yellow gown in the flowerbed.

 

LINDA UMANS enjoyed a long teaching career in the New York City public schools. She is a native of Manhattan where she lives, studies, writes. Recent publications include poems in qarrtsiluniTerrain.orgThe Broome Street ReviewTheodateDIALOGISTSwitched-on Gutenberg, Composite {Arts Magazine}, Spillway, Spiral Orb, A Narrow Fellow, The Ghazal Page, and pieces in Mr. Beller's Neighborhood. She can be found on Twitter as linhelen (@SednaLin).