Lavender gray and drying, questioning why the flower heads haven’t been trimmed away—
Fuchsia blossoms like raindrops, hanging among leaves of green—
Maple leaves turning red and orange and brown, and falling to the ground—
Rose buds hoping for one more burst of glory—
Gladioli, a confusion of color and texture, beautiful trumpet-shaped blossoms gracing the top
while lower blooms wither and die—
These are the contradictions of September in the Pacific Northwest.