A Poem: Petals
We watch them fall. We pick them,knowingin the pickingwe have already seenthe last bloomsfading out,parchment dryin the mind’s eye. But we pick them,all the same. We pick them,knowing thateverything pickedis briefas the day’s light,come and goneto grief, too quick,too soon. So we watch them fall. And the vase becomesa memorial.The petals a stain of red,of … More A Poem: Petals