I’ve been savoring the micro-seasons of our garden and our climate zone. It’s the season of bottle-brush buckeyes, fireflies, and cone flowers. In our garden, the rattlesnake master is going to bloom for the first time, and both the taller-than-me bergamot and the royal catchfly are filled with buds, too. Bring on the next season of blooms!
It’s been a season away from writing for me. Hence, the repurposed poem I wrote and posted just about this time last year. Even though I haven’t been writing, I’m here to celebrate having written. I will write again. Everything in its season.
I’m glad I didn’t publish the July-December roundup schedule — there’s been a small change. Linda B. and Tabatha switched spots. I’ll be sending out the html code soon to those who’ve requested it in the past. If you want it for your sidebar, let me know at marylee.hahn at g mail dot com.
Buffy has this week’s Poetry Friday roundup at Buffy Silverman.
A(nother) Year of Reading 
Love your repurposed chant garden poem, so many wrapping-around-you alliterating sounds, I can feel it growing off the page, without the weeds though, thanks Mary Lee! ☺️🦋🐝
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Mary Lee – I love this poem! So full of garden joy. And thank you for saying your writing is in an off season. I feel that way, too, as I have been recycling old poems and stories for different things. I’m hoping to refill the well at a children’s lit conference in VA next week.
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I found myself chanting as I read–and wanting to see your garden!
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Mary Lee, your summer chant brings energy to your masterfill garden. A season away from writing-I often find myself unable to write given many issues that pop up in life. Your alliteration and chanting tone make me notice life in your garden.
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Wonderful!! Really enjoyed reading your garden chant and imagining all the beautiful blooms. Happy summer!
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How neat that your garden has micro seasons. I’ve learned to appreciate the new blooms in the desert. Subtle changes that one can sometimes miss if not paying attention. Glad you are paying attention and celebrating that you have written.
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How apropos — the cycle of summer returns with all a garden’s blooms — and your poem still sings. Thanks for keeping us organized, Mary Lee!
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I just love the simplicity and rhythm of the flower names. And then the last word, me, places you in the garden, too. It’s gotten too hot to do much gardening here.
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Echoes of “Charles Darwin’s Garden Party” from PUMPKIN BUTTERFLY–but you included yourself. In this, and in “Even though I haven’t been writing, I’m here to celebrate having written. I will write again. Everything in its season,” you model healthy ways to be in the world. Love you, my friend!
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Just know that by sharing a poem from the past, it’s new to those who didn’t read it last year. Our seasons ebb and flow. Enjoy the season you are in.
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I always love a repurposed poem. It’s a perennial! 😁 And yes to listening to the season that is calling to us. ❤️❤️
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From the first stanza, your poem has such rhythm. I could feel it singing. Loved how choosing just the right words allows each line to sing on its own. Bravo!
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The garden chant is indeed joyful. Everything in its season. Exactly. I’ve been traveling but am now back and ready to write.
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I love this poem and the rhythm in it. Rattlesnake master? I’m intrigued…what on earth that must look like! Please, post pics of this as soon as you can. I’m already shivering at the thought.
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