Foxgloves

You look like the decorations
that got left behind
after a party,

swishy purple stalks
so pretty and bright
against a forest that insists
on wearing only green and brown.

You surprised us
when we arrived

a dozen of you
standing tall
beside our deck.

You only grow
every second year
so I’d forgotten about you.

Thank you
for showing us
that waiting
is worth it.