Lovelorn Poet in Baltimore, MD: The Front Porch

Coneflower Memory by Mary Beth Griffo Rigby

Once more he takes his drink out to the front porch.
It is his favorite place in the entire house.
Sitting there, watching the walkers and runners, admiring his front garden with the black eyed susans in full bloom.
He feels a breeze come across the porch and a familiar scent envelopes him.
His eyes are closed as his mind wanders and he sees her face on the breeze, it comes closer and seems to go out of focus.
He opens his eyes and feels a sadness come over him.
He wanted it to last, but it came and went much like the hummingbird at his cone flowers.

Her Two Cents

Despite the still-warm days, cooler nights and less sunlight signify the beginning of the end for the flowering plants around us. The coneflowers and black eyed susans might look a little worse-for-wear at this point of the season, but their ragged and faded colors contain a new kind of beauty – and the honey bees, butterflies, and birds don’t seem to mind one bit.

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