The old trellis
leans against the time-weathered window.
Rudbeckia crowds reach their faces upward–
their brown gumdrop centers
encircled by petals like yellow sun rays.
These bursting blooms endure across years and shout
Even when
No one lingers to witness such glory.
May I pass by and stop.
pelicansandprose 
Love those “bursting blooms” shouting out to us, reminiscent of what once was. Simultaneously joyful, yet sad. Lovely, Marilyn.