In the cottage border,
Every year Firewitch dianthus grows.
Green shoots poke through the soil and watch for the
Return of paperwasps and swallows.
Then blooms open, greeting old friends.
Buzzing bees stop by for a chat,
A cup of nectar at their feet.
Sweet William’s cousin, the Firewitch thrives:
Pink stars fallen to earth,
Burning briefly, but brightly.
Crickets dance and fiddle.
Toads emerge from their long sleep.
The hum of summer reaches
Crescendo in the cottage border.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
References: Better Homes and Gardens