Pressed

Faded rose

Dried

and pressed

into the pages

of a book

Dead

yet living 

in remains

and memory

Fresh cut flowers on the tile floor
Long stems resting together
like crossed legs

Color of Flowers

I can still love you

And not be with you

So it is

Memories 

Of a fleeting 

Former life

The withering of a flower 
is as natural as its blooming.

summer flowers bloom
when will fall winds come to pass
ask the moon tonight

Flowers & Fruit

The dog doesn't care for roses.
He prefers the apple tree and the fruit
from its branches.
Beauty from each will linger
in memory once the form of both
has disappeared.

blossom

blooming flower of discomfort

fiery red petals spreading within

unseen visitor 

For Lilies Everywhere

White lilies in the vase


by the windowsill,


their heads bow


as the sun descends.