THE DAHLIA
Lounging lazily in the bed
discovering the others have faded
she alone remains
Her brilliant color holds fast
fading a little
still she lingers
"Curious,
why do they fade
when the light of early fall still warms our bed?"
She feels herself slipping, fading, yet
faithfully rejoicing
confident in her resolve to find renewal and resurrection
SS
Photo - courtesy of Lucy Creates
dear dahlia--you know, of course, that i love this! it speaks so many layers.
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