Saturday, February 21, 2015

Deadheading Lily







I'm learning not to hold anything
I'm too busy to deal with later
When you deadhead
You don't have to be that strict
Especially in winter
Everything is giving life
Let the seed pods fall where they may
I don't even take away
The brown and decay
I never really prune or sculpt

When Lily makes me bleed
I need to feel it on my lips
Print it on letters
Put on my thickest sweater
Use it to make my memory better
Some days I can't stand this weather
But this greenhouse
Lifts my blues
I don't want to ask my friends
If they've heard anything new

Theron Kennedy © 2015