Explosion of final fragrance
Fights the waning warmth of summer.
Solitary blossom defiantly resists nature’s pull
To the blanketing herald of winter’s night.
Autumn’s eyes open in the distance.
The memory of future frost heralds the coming chill
To the spiced scent of ginger holding fast.
Not yet to succumb it breathes just for you.
Inspired by some of our late blooming ginger. When most of the plants are in full bloom, the smell permeates a large area of the back yard.