Ode To Elizabeth Ludlow Bowman
Ode To Elizabeth Ludlow Bowman
Spirit of the wind
Blow for us
Cool our fiery kin
Settle down
Underneath a cloud
Feel your tired feet
She was golden
She was pure
She now lays
Amidst the moors
A pixie, a sprite
With dragonfly wings
If you listen to the earth
You can still here her sing
A guardian for the garden
Natures Peony fleet
Echoes in The Bee Balm
That dance beneath her feet
Till the roots in the bed
Lay petals by her head
Wash her feet in Spearmint
Bathed in Basil jubilance
A teacher to me
Amongst yellow Daisies
Working and weeding
Edging and seeding
The Iris like an eye
The Canna like a finger
Artemesia’s daughter
American folk singer
The Lavender will shuffle
As the Jenny will creep
The Lillie’s are reaching
While Chamomile’s asleep
St. Peter’s wort welcomes you
As the Heliotrope kneels
Heucherahs copious
Beside Goldenseal
A women
A worker
A friend
A leader
The Primrose eden prays
Nearest blue Columbines
Purple Emperor Sedums
Below the Clematis climb
A writer
A poet
A lady
Who knows it
Existential
Transcendental
Beautifully
Mental
Sentimental Senecio's
Ragworts and groundsels
You were always counsel
To our earthly elementals
I mourn for the gardens
Butterfly bushes are quiet
The fireflies are beaming
In the red Begonias riot
You left in the summer
When all is in bloom
Birds pursue chirping
You’re now the sunsets hue
Forever a flower
Queen Elizabeth‘s grace
No gardener or botanist
Could take her place
Evergreen Erica
Heathers and heath
Cynthia and I planted
In our oasis this week
So long, farewell
My mentor, my friend
You taught us all how
To mulch and to blend
I’m blessed to have seen
The gardens you kept
The beds of Carex
Where Ajuga slept
Alone I won’t find you
You’re sheltered with love
Praised from us humans
Through clouds up above
In nature you dwell
Moon vines specifically
White Morning Glory
Flowering eternally
Galanthus Nivalis
The initial bloom in spring
Daffodils to Chrysanthemums
You’ve attained angel wings
Reflections On Summer
Written by Stephen Palovcak August 25th 2019
As I Awake on this cool August morn
I remember the days of summer past
It started out planting flowers and seeds
Pondering which perennial would be replaced
Beautiful sunsets
Of purple and blue
Spending time with good friends
Some vintage some new
The rain was insane
The heat was extreme
Tornadoes like tyrants
Ripped through the plains
A new garden was planted with grasses and flowers
Family moved closer like waves to the shore
Swimmingly united as we age with grace
Lazy hot afternoons passing the hours
A death of a friend
In the days of July
Surprised by the news
We still internally sign
Here comes the sunrise
It looks pink amidst trees
Promising warmth
With a subtle breeze
The bird songs are still singing
The crickets have fallen asleep
Oh hush outside my window
Summer days lingering
Autumn time is around the bend
Schools are ready to teach
Leaves will soon be falling
Our hearts are still on the mend
Rights For Blindness
Written by Stephen Palovcak August 15th 2019
Searching for solitude
Over the din and clamor
Pioneering for people
Wielding a hammer
Proposed legislation
Highest frequency trading
Medical interest rates
Consistently degrading
Debt and despair