When you discard a wilted rose,
don’t haste —
ponder her poised surrender
lest you miss
the beauty in her crumbling form,
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