pistil and stamen
evening wind
heavy with the perfume
of sweet peas
we are tendrils clinging
to each other's heart
sunflowers
from a market stall
we warm
ourselves with memories
of happier times
I shower
you with petals
this ceremony
the simple hallmark
of mourning
my garden
is wizened now
but soon
it will be plump
and ripe with snow
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