Today's Flowers: Rose of Sharon
Cut them down If you want them To come back full Next year.
This is my father's adviceAnd his practiceEvery yearExcept last yearWhen NatureTore summer downWith her two big handsHer sharp teethHer cloven hoovesAnd her icy breath that burned like fire.
Y'ever seen so many flowers on those trees?Dad asked me today.As snow--heavy, wet, deep--caved in the memory of A long and early winter that broke my heart, I said,No.
Today's Flowers
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