The Rose of Sharon

Waited all spring

To gently unfurl its powder pink blooms

The fatal blows

Took her cover off

And her budding blossoms fell

So she gathered herself

And pushed out to the side

Blooming for all to see

The coral wave roses

Bloomed with gusto

To by bowed low by heavy rain

Then they were seen

Just as they were, dejected

And lifted up so they could be known

The hydrangea blossoms

Heavy and huge on strong branches

Were anonymous in the foliage

Then they were unwoven

Untangled from the darkening shadows

And placed with others in the light.