Every Flower's Demise

by Samuel R. Rose
(Sun Prairie, WI)

Long last you've dreamt of death,

of dying alone with your dying breathe

seldom told are you to harness this life

rather to settle with an unborn wife



Reclude thyself! Have an open mind

to the withering flower you bare--

And whence the wintery cold reminds,

seemingly find that death has come fair



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Agnostic tones surround the chilled weather,

the temperature of your dying passion--

Were you always falling? A floating petal,

weightless, and one without a caption?



At last, on the freezing ground you've touched;

settled down, long last you've reached bloom

nevertheless, I hold memory of when you hushed

the youth you bore, and thoughts of your doom