The flowers in the vase
sit in green water,
heads drooping,
stems rubber,
celebration of beauty
worn by time, fading into
compost for future
blossoming.
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So it is with my gifted roses, all dried petals now.
I did that for years. Then hubby broke the giant jar of rose heads. There might be a metaphor there? lol