Echinacea do not go gentle into that good night.
They fade, thinking perhaps their petals are tree leaves.
Maples? Oaks?
Shades of pink, orange, tired looking old looking purple…
before crinkly brittle brown edges appear, spread, engulf…
fall.
A Few Fading (cone)Flowers
There is beauty in senescence.
Yup. In plants, pets and people.
Yes!
A perfect use of Dylan Thomas’s poem — in quite a different context!
It’s one of a handful of poem lines I still recall from high school English classes…
Perfect! 😃
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