Dear Flowers, This Brevity Is Not Goodbye

The bittersweet season for gardeners approaches once again,

when flower-wicks are snuffed and the work of

pulling, shearing and tucking begins...

Dear Flowers

This brevity is not goodbye though each year we must part

Yet, when we do I find your beauty woven through my heart

You turn me strangely sorrowful and bittersweetly glad

For fond frames filled with friendship's flower-hours that we had

...and, though I rue the loss of you when Jack Frost steals the show

I know beyond our brief adieu waits a world of hello

To keep hope humbly thankful, though farewells tug at heart strings

Love and joy always make worthwhile the sorrows Farewell brings

...and we are never far apart; the brevity between

The season of farewell and hello brims with blooms unseen

In gardens waiting beneath what seems bereft of all life

Where farewell forges paths that lead to flowers/hellos running rife  

So, though it seems that we must part; but only for a rest

The brevity between is petal-strewn and dream-caressed 

The plot that slumbers beneath blankets while winter's gale blows

Will soon waken from farewells to a world wild with hellos 

Janet Martin

My little 'helpers' from next door...

dashed about, 'saving' flowers!

Ps.103:15-18

As for man, his days are like grass;

As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.

16 For the wind passes over it, and it is [b]gone,

And its place remembers it no more.

17 But the mercy of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting

On those who fear Him,

And His righteousness to children’s children,

18 To such as keep His covenant,

And to those who remember His commandments to do them.