Knock Knock

knock1knock2Defiant dahlias
Poised and erect
Vibrantly alive
Hold their breath
And wait.
Pale sunshine
Their anxious hearts
But fails
To warm,
To quell
Their fears
Of sudden demise.
Senses alert,
Ears pricked,
They wait
For the inevitable,
Dr Death
Comes knocking.

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18 Responses to Knock Knock

  1. …and then they’ll be sleeping beauties, to be revived by the kiss of summer:^)

  2. Pauline says:

    I hope not, just hibernating till next year!

  3. Love Dahlias and look forward to their beautiful blooms year after year. They certainly are amazing!

  4. Steve says:

    Dr Death came last night with the first frost of the season! They will be coming out soon.

  5. Beautiful talking heads. Shouting autumn in the air.

  6. Cathy says:

    Oh, the poor dahlias! I feel so sorry for them living on borrowed time like that! šŸ˜‰ Love the words and love the pink cactus one especially.

    • Cathy says:

      Thanks Cathy – I hve been particularly aware of this ‘waiting’ period this year as we have had a couple of nights with temperatures barely above freezing. The spiky one is Nuit d’Ete

  7. yikes! Poor things, they must be terrified.

  8. Anna says:

    Talk about living on the edge! I hope that the good doctor has not come knocking just yet.

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