As I deadhead my moss rose I get to thinking about how life and death is a circle. I was noticing today that some of the seed pods were already breaking open. Now sometimes there is another rose underneath a dead bloom, and sometimes there is an empty seed pod because the seeds didn’t make. But usually there are several little seeds that look like gunpowder. I have thought about making a series like this for a while. I have many pictures of several different flowers where a new bloom is next to a dead bloom. I think I will put those together in a group in another blog post. I dug out a poem that I wrote my Freshman year of high school when my great uncle Joe died and added it to this post. I hope you like this series.
Fall comes and flowers die
Plants whither, the sky cries
It’s time for change, certain things most go
Soon all will be buried beneath the snow
It is the way of the world for death to come
A dark cloud hides the sun
Rain comes down and mixes the dirt
The waves wash away all the hurt
Things renew and bloom again
But the world is never free of sin
Nature has a balance we must make room
A new birth will come along soon
Here is the bloom of the moss rose, and the place where the cycle starts.
After the bloom dies, and the wind blows it away there will be a seed pod or a new flower underneath.
Here is a seed pod just beginning to break open.
The seeds are peeking and ready to be spread by the wind, or a gardener’s hand.
Here are the seeds still on the plant.
Then in the spring a sprout comes up, and the cycle starts again…….