Buying flowers

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.

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