The flower flaunts its pretty plume
Then soon its petals wilt
Rendering back to earth the bloom
Of season-ordered lilt
The gardener walks more slowly when
The flower blooms because
She knows that soon its diadem
Will be the thing that was
And though Time commandeers the bud
…the bloom and its demise
It cannot order from our thought
The garden plot that lies…
Where flowers live forevermore
And blossoms spill their art
For memories bloom on and on
In gardens of the heart
© Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!