[Periwinkle from my garden]
LAST HURRAH
In midmorning, I am thinking sunsets.
The kind that linger golden and bold.
Then drops, in a flash.
This year end, there is no sadness to leaving behind.
No hankering to looking back
Not yet anyway.
The lingering is preeminent to the drop.
All neatly arranged and equally fitted into the event. Year end.
All that can be, all that can blossom, has done just that.
If the fragrance dares follow into next year. Let it.
For such is the nature of blossoming.
LAST HURRAH © gillena cox 2018
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