November

Plastic flowers fill a vase And wordlessly taunt the blue petunias Scattered throughout the little yard; “It’s oh-so-warm in here!” They face The kitchen window, watching a few of The dainty flowers taste the harsh Reality of Winter’s chill With purplish petals acknowledging The end of warmth and dropping off To meet the earth. “A shame!” they trill, “A shame to fall from freezing,” mocking The cobalt flowers flecked with frost. The plastic daisies, immersed in plastic Dirt supporting plastic leaves, Watch as the petunias twist and bend Their writhing stems like green elastic. The aging flowers reply with ease, “At least we’ve felt the wind.”