Yesterday's Flowers Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Changing seasons touching the winter of my life,
showing all past memories in technicolor, brightly
shining in my mind.

Treasures to behold on evenings of lonely journeys
through the soul.

Softly saddened as I pass by gardens of yesterday's
flowers, seeing them lying wilted upon the ground.

Knowing that soon, I too, will be under that ground,
wilted and dead, my spirit surpassing me as it enters
heaven.