Yesterday’s blossoms

tossed by wind

threw petals in through open windows

to lay pink and white on oaken tables

pieces of spring and future fruit

that this morning lay shriveled

to be swept into a dustpan and discarded

like forgotten promises.

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About grannysu

storyteller, writer, poet, gardener, countrywoman
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