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 © | Year Posted 2022

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Pettit Avatar
February 13, 2025 at 2:45 PM
Another example of your usual quality work. I had to check this one out because it shares the same title as a recording by the Rolling Stones.
Roberts Avatar
February 13, 2025 at 4:36 PM
well Hi Robert, thank you for the comment , I hope you are keeping well ,
George Avatar
September 20, 2022 at 9:12 PM
"Clearing the deck at the end of the Summer is the " letting go" of the season." ! Beautiful lines. Only if we let somethings go, we can have a new beginning ! Love your poem, dear Francine!
Volumes Avatar
August 31, 2022 at 7:01 PM
Oh Francine I chuckled as I read this. It really hit home. You write with such honest wit. I truly loved this poem.
Roberts Avatar
August 31, 2022 at 7:09 PM
thank you , that is what I have spent my two days off doing , clearing the deck , so it came honestly , lol
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