Red Zinnias
by Carole Walker Trickett
Grow by my door,
raucous in their daily greeting
to passers by,
who exclaim with delight,
sometimes clap their hands
at this bold statement of life.
Nudging these red fading blooms,
with their deep rich purple,
are asters, a mark of fall.
The crickets chirp from deep within,
an antiphonal response to
the peepers of spring.
A song of summer Carole. Love it.
Joyful – love the last two lines especially!
Great visual! I live the idea of clapping when joyful. ✨