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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