I Am Potpourri

Spent roses in Granny’s backyard Gardening shears and bucket “Clip only the roses that are spent,” she said. Spent roses in Granny’s kitchen Lemon and orange peel, cinnamon, and cloves “Combine then store on trays in dark closet three to four days,” she said. Fragrant roses in Granny’s kitchen Deep bowl, wooden spoon, drops of perfumed oil “Stir and fill glass containers and sachet bags,” she said. We did! Ah! Divine fragrance! Potpourri. Seed to seed, green new growth, the swelling bud, the floral bloom, and dead flowers--each represent a part of our lives and our life stories. We’re all like potpourri. A mixture of bygone moments An amazing assortment of experiences, moments, and events. Ups and downs, highs and lows, and everything in between. I am potpourri A mixture of dead petals effusing divine fragrance. I am potpourri.