If I am to die today,
bury me in a light, Spring rain.
Sprinkle me in Mourning Brides.
I’ll leave you with a Celandine.
And if a Cypress grows on my grave,
won’t you bring me Moss and Nightshade?
Fill your yard with Cornel Trees
and I’ll add a touch of Butterfly Weed.
My life was speckled with pleasure and pain—
a Dog Rose that could last for days—
but, through it all, there grew Snowdrops;
always held on and never gave up.
And though mistakes followed every step,
I will never carry Purple Hyacinth.
So with a Cedar and American Cudweed,
you will live on and remember me.
*(note: Yes, I know, the title is terrible. I couldn’t think of anything else, and I hate it. If you have a better idea, please tell me! Seriously. It needs to change. I’m begging you, please.)
*(another note: Yes, I got bored and decided to see what would happen if I wrote a poem with Floriography. And I decided, why not post it? And… Yeah.)
Picture source: Brittany Made Me Pretty
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