The Essence of Decay

The bloom of youth in the rain washed rose is a joy for eyes to see

yet what lies underneath this glow is invisible to you and me.

Blind are we for a fresh budding rose is already fading, dying

time is cruel the blossom will wilt, the light will wither away,

one day bursting with life, then naught but a thorny stalk.

And in the wake of perfumed petals drifting on the heavy air

all that remains and is unseen is their decaying essence.

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: This photo is from my garden.

Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at:
and purchase anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

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