VERSE:
Murphy, Sr Ellen
SR. ELLEN MURPHY FLOURISHES FOR A FRIEND ABSENT IN TIME "There is a world of difference between forgetting and remembering." V. Woolf, A Writer's Journal Summer's time winds down. Gardens run...
...Along the sidewalks rows of bright trumpets, deep-toned, purple, , blow their soft flourishes...
...My thoughts run counterclockwise into memory where time abides...
...Whitest green quavers in winds...
...Green leaves crisp into metal...
...Gardens run counterclockwise into memory...
...This inward turn of sentience winds a spring eternally in time's unwinding world...
...Pink petunias flare clear as the clarion red, the striped...
...I am led by this one last vivid flourish of fluted petunias to your closed door, your presence summoned as these final notes open the way to you...
Vol. 101 • January 1975 • No. 12
