Today I looked at the photographs
of last summer’s dahlias, brash faces
crowding a London garden with lemon
and magenta, a folly of profusion.
How I needed those deep colors
turning to the sun, breaking through
the pinpoint English rain . . .
–excerpt from “Dahlias” in A Light Dusting of Breath by Donna Pucciani (virtual artists collective/purple flag, 2015). First published in The New Writer.