Planted a sunrise

We planted marigolds today.

They have done well in our rocky soil,

withstood the heavy winds

that buffet our valley,

and they looks like sunrise

in the middle of the grass.

We’ve tried other flowers

but they seem either dull or bland

and by end of summer, look tired

unlike the marigolds which persist.

It’s dusk now

with a lot of green covering the hills

as they roll out of sight.

The sky is a darkening purple

with a moon fat and full and waiting

like the barn cats down the road,

itching for action by night.

I can still make out the colors

of flame that herald summer

as the marigolds and I settle in.