THE
DYING OF SUMMER
Fastening two red roses with a granny knot
will not secure their togetherness past
summer.
As August sun mellows to a cooler yellow,
so too the pistil of the male and the stamen
of the female, pollen-free, deteriorate
in a last garden effort, clutching stems,
looping simmered petals in an arabesque pose.
If only life could skirt the dying of
summer,
somehow reverse
autumn or insist it dawdle
in the seasonal
wings far from vibrant garden!
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