Beauty still exists, a flower blooming yet
in November, next to the brown decay of falling
into winter.
it's cold, yet the intricacy of stamen
calls out to me, I slow and stop,
the grief pauses as I study this unexpected
beauty in my garden.
it's the third day since Owen left us,
the flower is out, Owen's parents have
reached out into the world of friends
and family.
this is beauty and healing.
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