Purple Coneflowers

A Poem by davem

I recall the wonder of purple power
That overwhelms my little garden,
Flooding life through my tiny bower
The thrill of perfect heaven's eden.

The wasteland of the garden in winter
Transforms in early summer's breeze
Filling with eager green stalks that are
Decorated with hairy sawtoothed leaves.

As these grow, they’re topped off with
Rusty colored spiky bundles
Curiously looking like snug little hedgehogs,
decorated by a ring of purple petals.

They ruggedly multiply by mid summer,
Taking over the garden by inches,
Providing dark hiding for frogs and mice
And stray cats looking for nervous finches.

From the darkness of my own home
I peek upon the purple sea
where yellow finches riding rafts
Glare with angry looks at me.

They feast upon the flower heads,
Spilling seeds abundantly.
Lacy butterflies and bees then flourish
Until late summer, when the flowers empty.

Dried out brown stalks left in fall are
Downed by winter’s windy snow
Until next year when these dazzling daisies
Wildly reign supreme again.