Fallen Petals, Broken Stems
by Lola Lorne
I scoop up fallen petals, palms open to the sky
Traces of beauty scattered too soon
The heat came on suddenly
As did the storm that followed
What chance did they have to survive until tomorrow?
My mother weeps for the tulips she wanted me to see
Their stems now broken, beaten down carelessly
Crouched amidst fallen blooms I have to wonder
Did their hearts ache when the wind tore them asunder?
I scoop up fallen petals, a gust sweeps them away
Traces of beauty too fragile to stay