Deadheading
Small, yet strangely satisfying,
this thumb and index finger pinching
the vulnerable necks of flowers gone to seed.
Colour blanched or toasted brown
miniature flowerheads give up so easily.
Not so the roses or hydrangeas,
that all summer have thrust their shameless blooms,
flick of satin and lace, like a can-can chorus line
above the restrained and muted lawn.
In death, they cling on, […]
