no flower can stay
yet humans grieve at dying
the red peony
Edith Shiffert
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The first blossom
Was filled with purpose
A means of survival
For the following generations
Yes, grieve at my dying
But grieve with joy
For my descendants
And your descendants
I am thankful for the flowers
The peonies, the freesias, the lilacs
Whose immense intense aromas
Convince me of life’s beauty
haiku mind
108 poems to
cultivate awareness
& open your heart
is by Patricia Donegan
