the flower falls to dust
the petal shrivel, detach
drop to the hungry ground
reclaiming the flesh, tissue
essence of the flower
rich color fading
to brown, to shades of gray
no longer the living hues
bright enticing shades
for the willing bees,
flies, other pollinators,
the comely bud,
bloom no more
Falling to the ground
so fast, so soon.
May 30, 2007 16:33
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