Blue Borage Time – a poem of awe in the garden
Your furry leaves and blue starflowers
Summon bees at all the hours,
Throughout spring and throughout summer,
Summon all the honey mummers.
How their nimble legs alight
Upon your blossoms’ azure shade,
They stop and nip your sticky dew,
Then fly away.
Those bumbles, yellows, tiny blues,
Drunk – imbibing your sweet nectar –
Take no note of this defector
Spellbound by the view.
All I long for, all day long
As here I sit and hear their song,
(the buzz and zip as they dash past,
performing their important task)
Is just to sit and sit just here
‘Til your blue starflower light appear.
Sweet borage light—so brief, and clear!
When furry leaves wilt and winter is near,
Restore my will to grow,
Renew my strength to grieve,
For all new life will pass,
All starflowers go to seed.
Hilary Jacobson, 2020