Photo by Linda Rosenkrans
Linda Rosenkrans
His bleeding hearts
Brought tears to my
bitter sweet eyes
His calming lavenders
Soothed my soul
In a moment of sorrow
His sage
Awakened
The sleeping
Lotus from within
His selfless gardenias
Were a fragrant gift
Lingering in the air
Long after he had left
He’ll never know
How his carefully picked flowers
Contributed to the growth
Of my private garden
One flower at a time.