These are the last blooming flowers of fall.
I can't remember the name,
but they seem to fit as winter comes on
and people drop away.
The time to take stock..
the blooming of final gatherings
of those gone...leaving families
to mourn, assess their loss,
and somehow move on.
Janet and Rick and Donald
seem too young to go, but
they are gone.
Floyd hangs on hoping for a bit more time.
We look at our own lives and possible deaths
and speculate, wondering if we have done
what we can do, need to do, want to do.
Take stock before we also move on.
Birth brought us here screaming...
Will Death take us there screaming?
We all hope that our time will come
in the natural way..and there will be no
younger person moving on too quickly.
That we will go first before our children.
and wait for them there.
Grandmas? Are you there, waiting?
I hope so. I look at this last bloom
of summer and hope we leave behind
a touch of beauty before we fall.
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This kind of sums up events and feelings for the last while with a view of the last flowers of summer to go. Our flowers here just start to look rather bedraggled in winter but cling tenaciously to life since the weather is so mild. I am surprised these flowers you photographed are still there this late in your cold country. They do look tough as you have to be to survive the cold.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful flowers and poem. It has been a season of death to those too young.
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