The Chrysanthemum


A gorgeous flower,

shining bright on dull Fall nights.

The end of a season

is beckoning near,

But one flower is still standing

To prevent the bleakness we fear.

The center is golden,

The scent is spice,

The petals come in every color that is nice.

I plant a few,

with spade and gloves;

because I know it will repay me

In cheer

And love.


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