Dead Flowers
I take a garbage bag out to the deck
to gather the plants that have died.
I definitely don't have a green thumb
but at least you know I tried .
End of Summer and the heat has left
dead twigs where flowers once shone.
A few hardy succulents still flourish
but everything else is now gone.
I apologize to each plant as it goes
into the garbage bag at my side.
Preparing the deck for the bareness of Fall
now that Summer's blossoms have died.
Clearing the deck at the end of the Summer
is the " letting go" of the season.
I can say it's because I'm cleaning for Fall
but we know my neglect is the reason.
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2022
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