AN END

  Is it ugly to you?

  The sight of fading things,

  dying things? Things

  returning to the soil?

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  Do you fear an end

  like this? Trampled underfoot,

  no one stopping to

  smell the bouquet,

  no one bothering to gaze down

  at the flood of color

  keeping the dull glaze

  of winter at bay.