Deadheading The Flowers Poem by Stephen Page

Careful in the garden, be circumspect
don't pull the weeds before you've checked
what's living lives, what's dead is dead.
The heat from these composted roots
will drive this season's coming fruits
when mother Sun will raise her head.

The Winter is a time of change, of resolution
after growing time. Seasonal motions
cannot maintain the flower-beds
without the cutting-off of heads.

Fragile beauty and a dying sun
how much we lose of what's begun
before new life establishes
among the brassicas and the radishes.

Be careful when you make a change
check there's nothing misarranged
before
you start
to dig.