Already the tubular blooms
on the orange trumpet vines
are wilting, are less profuse.
The flowers of winter
that brighten my cold garden
begin to give way to what will come –
the starry pale pinks
that will dot the other, intertwined vine
when spring has fully arrived.
Though this is still officially winter,
here in the sub-tropics, always
it overlaps with spring.
Some flowers are deceived and start early,
like those deeper pinks in the pot over there,
which Amanda gave me, budding already.
#awakeaugust day 15