Auf Weidersehen
Auf weidersehen
The autumn frosts strike suddenly
and blight the last remaining few.
Sweet peas which have so cheerfully
improved my outlook and my view.
I’m very sad to see them go.
It seems unfair that they must die
although deep inside I know
they must: I know the reason why.
They have put on their bravest show
and stored their images inside
their seeds. Which will next season grow
and spread their offspring far and wide.
Although I’m sad I can still smile
I’ll only miss them for a while.
13-Oct-07
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