Blackeyed Susan

Blackeyed Susan, bright flower

in the sun, yellow petals

of late summer and your dark

heart of winter to come, you

bow ever so gracefully

over the edge of the trim,

newly cut grass, and let go,

in the breeze, your wild seed so

that, next year, there will be more

of you, and yet when you first

blossom we come to know the

dusk, how it settles in a

bit sooner each day, and how

you glow in the light you seem

to have stolen from the moon.

by Burt Kimmelman