The Beauty of Dying Flowers
Every becoming part of a flower
is a meditation by rote.
From seed to lovely bloom
a processional unfoldment.
When the bloom wilts
beauty unveils,
the flower sleeps
as if day were night
and all was ever
but a dream.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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