TO A FLOWER, GOING

Your ┬ápetals fall by a slow dance like graceful swans They glide on air light as feather tumbling over, getting closer to forever. Softly they land on hallowed ground giving summer its one last kiss. In the abyss of their absence burns remembrance. ~~~~ Frank Hubeny challenges DVerse Poets’ Pub habitues to write a MinuteContinue reading “TO A FLOWER, GOING”