Her Garden by Donald Hall

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She'd laid in patterns. Moss
          let it go, let it go
Turns the bricks green, softening them
         By the gray rocks
         Where hollyhocks
That lofted while she lived, stem by tall stem,
          Dwindle in loss.

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lofted ] To raise aloft; to send into the air;

Comments

Julia Tomiak said…
Beautiful poem, beautiful photo. I knew lofted. Yay! Hollyhocks are beautiful.
June 10, 2015 at 9:17 AM
Tea said…
Did you? I knew "loft." Became comfused with the past reference. Thanks for stopping by.
June 10, 2015 at 9:31 AM
bermudaonion said…
That makes perfect sense. The flowers are so pretty!
June 10, 2015 at 9:47 AM
Margot said…
Beautiful flowers. Lofted is exactly what hollyhocks do.
June 10, 2015 at 11:46 AM
Anonymous said…
Very pretty flowers, they fit the word description.
June 10, 2015 at 12:40 PM
Tea said…
Glad to "see" all of you.
June 10, 2015 at 12:48 PM
Unknown said…
Beautiful hollyhocks. Is this your own photo?
June 10, 2015 at 1:13 PM
Joy Weese Moll (@joyweesemoll) said…
I think I've guessed lofted correctly in other contexts, but that one confused me. Pretty poem and flowers!
June 10, 2015 at 5:20 PM
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