A Dying Rose

I snapped this photo earlier today as a wet snow began to turn into rain. Earlier this year, I snapped the same rose as it bloomed, soft and bright, full of life. In death, I still find it beautiful.

A Dying Rose

Each petal,
a child’s breath,

delicate blush,
a child’s face

with shyness,
a timid smile
tucked behind

the sanctuary
of her father’s leg.


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