Last Day of August
I could not pass by the Botanical Garden
without stopping and take a walk in that glorious
late summer light
The heat's holding on with a vengeance,
almost a 100°F at 5PM on this last day of August -
and these were the red and yellow fruits of summer
I found as soon as I entered through the gate and
ventured up the path in the golden early evening glimmer
I had been hungry all the years;
My noon had come, to dine;
I, trembling, drew the table near,
And touched the curious wine.
’T was this on tables I had seen,
When turning, hungry, lone,
I looked in windows, for the wealth
I could not hope to own.
I did not know the ample bread,
’T was so unlike the crumb
The birds and I had often shared
In Nature’s dining-room.
The plenty hurt me, ’t was so new,—
Myself felt ill and odd,
As berry of a mountain bush
Transplanted to the road.
Nor was I hungry; so I found
That hunger was a way
Of persons outside windows,
The entering takes away.
Photographed 31 August 2015
in the Botanical Garden of the University of Vienna
Images and own Text © by Merisi