Last Blossom Poem by Barry Middleton
Last Blossom
the last magnolia blossom waits to drop
it is a relic of the spring
but it is unaware
it cannot feel its petals gently fall
the other blooms have set their seed
as nature has its way
I smugly believe that I am wise and strong
and yet as seasons pass away
I grieve the coming heat
I envy falling petals in the night
the peace of death without despair
until spring comes again
Fantastic presentation. Season completes a cycle and life death as per it. Enjoyed with attractive photo provided. Thanks for sharing.
A poignant write. Everything has to end. That's a bitter truth depicted so beautifully in this poem.
Thanks Nosheen. I sometimes envy inanimate or insentient things. The blessing and the curse of the human soul is awareness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The wise feeling of a wise man's perception of real life, Barry.Wonderful!