Crepe Myrtle

By John I. Blair 

 

Crepe myrtle flowers
Drift down all summer,
Spreading the ground
With pink petals.

Treading on them I think
How wonder-filled the world
That sheds such beauty,

How dead we are
Who will not see it.

©2018 John I. Blair, 6/17/2018

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