The seasons

Flower upon a petaled wall
I see your pretty freckled face
leaning watching busy bees
blue skies filling open space,
your leaves are nowhere to be found
and your moment a skipping heart
when he flutters in your direction
with a hand out to take part,
awkward little moments
precious gifts within our time
fading into background
to the hardships in our prime,
crippling lovely flower
now bent upon the stem
looking to the grassy grave
watching falling diadems.

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