Each Day a Lifetime

These days are 

Daylily filled.

Everywhere I look,

Orange heads nod in the warm breeze.

Each day on each plant

A  new blossom appears.

A whole floral lifetime

Lived in one day.

Orange petals 

with red bands,

Warm yellow centres become bright beacons 

for pollinators

But just for today.

These are the 

berry days of summer.

Fragrant, sweet honeysuckle blossoms

Sipped by bees and ants are now bright translucent Red and orange berries,

Food for the Cedar Waxwing

We watch it precisely pluck berries

One, two, three and then fly away.

There is fruit everywhere.

Red Osier Dogwood’s white floral umbrellas

Pollinated by insects now nourished

Became growing green berries that turned

Back to white ripe fruit with black eyes.

Perfect for the Robin red-breast

Perched on the bouncing red-wood stems

Over the lapping waves of the lake

And filling its crop.

Wild or maybe just feral

Black raspberries metamorphose

From white flowers to green fruit

Then red but still hard and

Oooh it is hard to wait until

Ripe and purplish black

Soft under the fingers

Carefully picked and popped

Into my mouth  becoming a

Ceremony and celebration.