The Wall and Poem “Blooming”

The Wall


stones jeweled in the garden wall
some veined with history some polished new

an agate splashed backdrop for hollyhock
& climbing rose   brushstrokes of every hue

brought up from the black earth   held lightly
those petaled moments they won’t last

more than a season   what’s in the eye
never stops at a wall   It travels up & over

to the other side   visible even in the dark
every stem & blossom   droops and rests

ready for next morning’s glory   ribbons
of color running through the light-box of summer.

Mary Wehner