Shorter are the days
on summer’s edge,
darkness comes early.
Night shadows reveal
natural beauty
destined to fade away.
What was yesterday
and what is today
will soon be no more.
So please!
When I wither
and vanish from sight—
promise to remember
me, the living one,
who touched your soul
one night in darkness
standing on summer’s edge. ~ms
Before I Forget 
I will remember.
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Thank you!!
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Beautiful poem for the beautiful Althia. 🙂
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All these years, I didn’t know the name of the flowers on my Rose of Sharon. Thought it might be some sort of Rose (hence Rose of Sharon). So I looked up Althia and found Althea! You are right and now I know the flower name. Thank you.
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HA! I did spell it wrong. It’s most common name is Althea but there are a few that do know it as Rose of Sharon. It is also a Hibiscus. 🙂
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Beautiful images and poetry, Mary
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Thanks so much for visiting again!
Always nice to “see” you….
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OMG! This is absolutely beautiful! The flowers in the night are fantastic. And your poem is too.
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Thanks. A friend of mine said, “I wonder what your neighbors think of the strange lady who wanders around in her yard at night, taking pictures in the dark.”
Probably gives people something to talk about. 😉
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Brought tears.
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Thank you for the compliment!
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A very beautiful post. I enjoyed it very much!
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Lovely 🙂
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Thanks Michael….I appreciate the compliment.
Hug an elephant for me!
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Gosh, aren’t your neighbors used to you by now? LOL. I love this poem. A question I have pondered, myself.
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I will have to send them an email and ask…. 😉
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Touching words.
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This is absolutely divine, Mary. The first photo is my favorite, the poem goes right to my heart.
Big hug, Dina
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