Last night’s raging wind
 
has left my plum tree broken—
 
will it bloom again?

 
 
 

Even in autumn
 
my neighbor’s yellow roses
 
bloom as bright as suns.

 
 
 

Departing summer—
 
if only the sunflowers
 
would bloom forever!

 
 
 

What’s more important:
 
washing dishes or watching
 
the sunflowers bloom?

 
 
 

Last weeks of summer—
 
a yellow marigold blooms
 
in a blue glazed pot.

 
 
 

With no opinion
 
about much of anything,
 
the sunflowers bloom.

 
 
 

Over tea we talk
 
of irises now blooming—
 
cream-white, purple, gold.

 
 
 

In an old painting
 
dandelions keep blooming
 
bright and fresh and gold.

 
 
 

Despite autumn’s chill,
 
purple petunias still bloom
 
in a sheltered pot.

 
 
 

While my plum tree blooms,
 
a dog without a collar
 
sniffs the fire hydrant.