The baskets are fading

Flowers crumple

Heads droop

Cold chills damage

Frosts pinch

Petals weep.

My beautiful baskets

The soft stems bend

Leaves are yellowed

Colour muted.

My sad eyes watch

Summers splendor fade

My floral glories

Gone soon I fear.

Some are stronger

Woodier stems

Allow life to continue

A little longer.

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