“Dahlias’ Garden”, by Amber Bevan October frost, Kissing sweetly the dahlia Shaded by brittle sunflowers. Dahlias, stubby cute and umbrella wide, Burning pink to thicker red, sunburst yellow and orange and muddled white. In silken embrace does the insect hide, Safe from the giant world In the dahlia’s sheltering compassion. Imagine one’s self shrunk to bug’s size, Forging an uncertain path through the grass, Gazing into sky broken by colorful dahlia elephants, Multi-pedal heads bobbing as if in greeting. The king of them all, a blood-red beauty Fit for the shining breast of a deity, Rustles its flower hands as if chuckling amidst a thrall Of worshipping green. To curl up in those pillowy cushions And doze under the scuttling clouds… If only for today, Because the October frost "Dahlia Dawn" 18x14" acrylic on canvas. (C) Cara Bevan 2009