Faded Glory

by: Shirley Satterfield

Faded Glory

Faded glory of a flower as it dies.
Releases her colors to the sky.
Fall comes and nips her in the bud.
Family holding hands.
Family giving hugs.
Colors in the sky recreated by the dawn.
Soon winter grays will come.
Spring will bring the rebirth
Of colors on the lawn.

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