Thursday, January 10, 2013

One o'clock

At one o'clock today I was sitting on the front patio/porch area enjoying the milder day. I noted the drying flower of this plant and its resilience to hold to life as long as possible, green buds still showing as its mates get ready to run to dust or blow away with the wind. Like me, I thought, well past the first or even second bloom of youth, my florets spent, yet I hold fast to the life force while others fade, knowing the clock is ticking toward the time my dust joins theirs. One o'clock and all is well.

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