A Dying Flower Poem by Ian Humphreys

A Dying Flower



Each Flower Petal Slowly Dying
Light Whispers Of Death
Hanging In The Brisk Afternoon Air
Lightly A Petal Floats Towards The Ground
A Gust Of Wind Quickly Whisks It Away
One By One The Flower Becomes Bearer
As Each Petal Vanishes.
The Day's Become Darker
The Nights Lighten
And The Flower Becomes Lonely
Till Eventually Only A Stem Remains
To Show It's Cycle Of Life.

The Flower Willows Towards It's End
The Petals Become Scarce
What Once Used To Be A Colour Delight
Now Hangs In Deaths Mist
As An Emerald Waiting...
Waiting For The Last Petal To Die.

Finally The Emerald Stem Dies Away
And Slowly Decay
For Again One Day
It Shall Show Its Colours
And Whistle In The Wind
With All It's Petals In Full Bloom...

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ernestine Northover 29 September 2005

I'm a florist Ian, and I love poems about flowers, and it is always sad when I see flowers die, we have to chuck them out when they are over their best, I have a vase in the back of the shop where I put broken flowers so that they have at least their life span in water. I enjoyed your poem very much. Sincerely Ernestine Northover

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