You rose
and do not hide from me
my ancient observation
how you grow I see
a healing once more for me
my constant patient exercise
in dreaded apprehension
each day aching from bed
to see a next single petal’s slow unfolding
that brilliant color to behold, oh
I understand how age works
the gradual fade and wilt
will come into the drying time
and I
olden watcher
try as I might to hold
this flower that’s gone
will await if
a new bud still comes
So toast now
the clinking of glass
a toast to all
who are in sympathy with me
as we wait steadfast to see
another new bud
our hope for another spring
another show from bud to full flowering again
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Aloha #WriterSaturday. Today’s #WritingPrompt is
toast
Use it to inspire a piece of writing, and then post the piece on your site and link back to me, or simply leave it as a comment below. I would love to read it : )
