At dawn open chicory blooms banish my gloom— their haze of blue, light purple hues! Once I was a morning flower, early hours were my domain, when youth did reign. Now when I waken feeling down, to lift my frown I look, listen, feel the glisten.
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My poem is in response to Jane Dougherty Poetry Challenge #38: Daybreak. The form this week is a Minute poem with daybreak as the theme and this painting by Heinrich Vogeler Sehnsucht as inspiration.
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Lovely, Janice. Nature can definitely chase the gloom away sometimes.
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Thank you Merril 🙂
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I agree. The early morning and flowers opening. The chicory flower is such a pretty blue.
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Their colour is nice. Chicory stalks aren’t highly attractive when the flowers are closed but when they open there is misty purple blue effect.
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I spent a large part of Tuesday afternoon hacking these plants down where they had over run a big rose bush. Their roots are incredibly deep. Couldn’t pull them up at all!
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They are hardy plants for sure. The yard in front of our house is actually a field–never sodded except perhaps a few yards immediately next to the house. This year I let bunches of chicory grow instead of mowing them down…to enjoy their colour….but they don’t belong in your roses!
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I didn’t feel too bad about it since the haymaker is going to get the rest of the field next week anyway.
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A heart warming poem Janice.
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Thank you Denis.
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