Fragrant Finale

A dead rose, still sitting in water
A hint of pink thriving to live
Brown decay begins to take over
The petals have no defense

The stem is still green
It’s leaves, turning rather beige
A petal begins to fall away
Taking nothing but a hint of scent

The water is stained brown
Discolored from the death it harbors
Yearning to be released
From it’s unpleasant vicinity

One week ago, a beautiful rose
Displaying an essence of allure
A scent all it’s own
With a slight taste of sanctity

Posted by john in Opinion and Editorial