The Chrysanthemum

It illuminates the garden corner

where the hay-scented fern succumbs,

where grassy seed heads nod.

It follows sunlight wherever it falls,

each bloom a brassy crown

orange underlaid with gold

smelling like a copper penny

held warm in the hand.

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