Time and Time Again

 The foolish flower born in May

Can have no knowledge of decay

With popping petals made to last

The endless future that it has


While lounging in the fallen dew

It knows of only “spring” and “new”

Fresh rebirth and young glossy green

Stem and leaf linger in sunlit dream


And even as the air turns hot 

The flower never dreams of rot

Only of long and lazy days 

What else exists but sunny haze?


Yet decay stalks it phantomwise

Withered winters hide decayed July’s

How Spring forgets that all must die 

So lost in golden Genesis 

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  1. Rina ShamilovFebruary 21, 2022 at 6:35 PM

    this is beautiful and surprising. the subject matter and rhyme scheme are so simple and innocent yet you talk of decay and death and rot. the poem still maintains its innocence and frailty, which shocks me, but this is amazingly well done

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