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Dying

I’ll be the first to admit that it scares me to death when I think about it. I’ve written more than one morbid poem inspired by it. And when I hear or read: “It’s just a part of life,” I don’t feel any better about it. But there is something about it that’s very intriguing.


Perennials go through a stage called dormancy during winter, so they’re not really dead. Healthy and long-lasting old shrub roses seem to be immortal, I know of one that’s been around at least 150 years.

You don’t see many photographs of spent flowers, either annuals or perennials. I guess they might be considered ugly or unsightly, but are they really?

I usually wait until the first snows fly before I cut any of the dried brown stuff. Last year, the Jays were late getting to the sunflowers, so I left them standing through January. Sometimes I’m even lazier and don’t bother with it till after the spring thaw. Y’all may be more or less vigilante about such things. (I saw Jays hang upside down to get at the sunflower seeds; you’d think there’d be an easier meal somewhere else.)


Basically, the term “dying back” means that a plant, typically a perennial, stops producing flowers in order to store energy in its below ground body that will help it live through winter. Perennials show off for a few months in summer then starting about late September, seem in a rush to be done with it.


We’re having a string of warm days with plenty of sunshine. But you’d think the perennials don’t want no more to do with it. I suppose they’re more intent on storing starch right now, regardless of what we’d rather see them do.

Here’s some poetry. Morbid? Perhaps. Or maybe it’s just dying back.

Zombie Lovers

Could I go on
without feeling the loss,
if it never got broken,
wasn’t open to pain,
if it didn’t pump blood
would hurt go away?
If emotional strife
would leave it alone,
and it could do what
needed done,
would tears never fall,
cries go unheard?

I imagine a day
feeling nothing,
just being, existing.
Would zombie love
be better than nothing?

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"Time Has Come Today"

The year was 1968, I was 12, it was the end of the civil rights movement, and the beginning of the end of the war in Vietnam. About the only thing I had to keep me from becoming a casualty of all that was music, and The Chambers Brothers helped with their hit “Time Has Come Today.” I learned how to play it on the guitar, and wished time would never come.

Time has come today
Young hearts can go their way
Can’t put it off another day
I don’t care what others say
They say we don’t listen anyway
Time has come today

The rules have changed today
I have no place to stay
I’m thinking about the subway
My love has flown away
My tears have come and gone
Oh my Lord, I have to roam
I have no home
I have no home

Now the time has come
There’s no place to run
I might get burned up by the sun
But I had my fun
I’ve been loved and put aside
I’ve been crushed by the tumbling tide
And my soul has been psychedelicized

Now the time has come
There are things to realize
Time has come today
Time has come today

Now the time has come
There’s no place to run
I might get burned up by the sun
But I had my fun
I’ve been loved and put aside
I’ve been crushed by tumbling tide
And my soul has been psychedelicized

Now the time has come
There are things to realize
Time has come today
Time has come today