Carpe Rosa

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Flowers fade, and fall at last,

Petals marry ‘now’ to ‘past’,

Only what you’ve stored en masse

Will feed your summer dreams.

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Daylight nods as autumn wakes,

Giving less than dying takes,

Storing life while living breaks,

Ripping golden seams.

 

 

Don’t be Sorry, Sunshine

Don’t be sorry, Sunshine, though glory meets its doom;

don’t grip your resentment though your smile has lost its bloom.

No insects vie for pollen, no bees hang on your words,

but in the sunset of your life, seeds satisfy the birds.