Friday, October 20, 2017


Now bowed and faded, wow-bereft
Her stance, once tall is bent
Will any spy some beauty left
Though fullest bloom is spent?

Now one among the many, she
Mostly because she must
Submits with brave humility
To ordinance of Dust

 Now passerbys no longer pause
Mid-stride to stop and stare
And take a moment more because
They think that she is fair

Now nothing stirs a second-look
Save those with keener ear
Who recognize just what it took
To get from there to here

Now dashing chivalry and grin
Dons meeker filament
Will any see the beauty in
A flower, summer-spent

© Janet Martin

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