Wilted

When you discard a wilted rose,

don’t haste —

ponder her poised surrender

lest you miss

the beauty in her crumbling form,

 don’t waste

the chance to know her soul.

Let her dismiss

your crippling fears,

then, blest with peace of mind,

go cast her petals to the summer wind.

Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)

Image: Elena Zolotnitsky "WILTED VALENTINES" 20x20 inches oil on mylar mounted on panel, reproduced with permission