If you have a flower you love--or perhaps a person who seems like a flower--enjoy the sweetness while you can. It won’t be long now. The flowers are all getting tired. We’re busily picking apples and pumpkins and they’re stealing the show, while the graceful little flowers bow their heads goodnight. They’ll give us a couple of last brilliant shows and then close up for good. The snow and cold will freeze them, and the wind will completely desiccate them. They’ll even fade in our memories until we wonder if they had ever been at all.
Until that time, I will walk among the flowers and gather
petals for potpourris. I’ll look for Old Jack and catch up on the news with him.
I won’t begrudge the critters who come to get the seeds because they
always drop a few anyhow. Nothing lasts
forever, not flowers, not us. I will
enjoy them for their remaining days here and then marvel at the white mantle
that replaces them.
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| Plains coreopsis, also known as tickseed. |
