The last blur-violet flowers are craving attention.
harmonizing in the language of bees
arriving from unimaginable distances.
Tomorrow will return silence.
There is no comfort in knowing this.
Some of us are never ready for that day.
It falls hard upon them.
The inevitable is around the corner.
Some people put it off, figuring
it will not affect them, but the bees know better.
They try to get it while they can. After tomorrow,
there might not be a second chance.
I have removed the last of the garden,
finding the vocabulary of secrets opened to the end.
Absence travels the distance into blue-purple fallen-light.
No one is ready for what is next.
© Martin Willitts Jr
Martin Willitts Jr is a retired Librarian. He has published poems in Blue Fifth Review, Comstock Review, Kentucky Review, and many more poetry journals. Mr Willitts has over 20 poetry chapbooks, plus 11 full-length collections including How to Be Silent (FutureCycle Press, 2016). He is the winner of the 2014 International Dylan Thomas Poetry Award.