I had to buy flowers today.
Dining room table was asking
That I throw the dead ones away.
But those were the last ones from
My flower beds, and I didn’t
Want to toss them just yet.
I get so sad at the end
Of growing season. The decaying
Heads of old friends who have
Smiled through wind, rain, and shine
But now droop.
Honeybees are no longer working
Industriously, humming a happy tune
As they visited the once colorful
Gardens of my summer.
So sadly, I enter the florist shop
And survey the trucked-in beauty
Of someone else’s garden.