A chrysanthemum
blooms many petals
that one day fall to earth,
one by one.
Flower of death,
a celebration of life.
Each petal a colorful reminder,
that we can’t piece ourselves back
Once the petals fall.
We can only keep blooming
In hopes our pollen will spread
and we will be born again.
Bright white blooms
that line memorials
and tombs
and bring honor to ofrendas.
Cleansing the air
whilst cleansing our souls,
petals boiled into a tea
to warm body & mind.
Some drink a sweet wine of chrysanthemum
for a kiss from Lady Luck,
Finding blessings in flower blooms.
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Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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