Old-Rose
a wilting flower’s qualities
are just as admirable
as that of
a freshly bloomed rose
unlike their sprightly counterparts,
shriveled flowerheads project wisdom
experience
and growth
their browning petals dangle
with a lifetime’s worth of memories
as their stem grows weary
from withstanding the windiest of storms
their lifeless leaves
once fed the hungriest bees
and their roots still venture
beneath the turning soil
although their physical beauty
deteriorates against the test of time
their memory lives on with each grain of pollen
whisked away by the breeze
drooping stems are a mere glimpse
into the progression of nature
for the death of one flower
leads to the blossoming of another
Copyright © Talya Hammerman | Year Posted 2021
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