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Changing Seasons
by Vikki OwensIf I should die
in Springtime,
bury me with lilacs,
and bury me with rose hips,
if I should die come Fall,
and if I should die in Winter,
then dont bury me at all.
09/20/2009 Posted on 09/20/2009
Copyright © 2024 Vikki Owens
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe David on 09/21/09 at 12:25 AM Now that's a shocking statement - "dont bury me at all". Very evocative. Makes me wonder "why not"? Winter could be metaphoric of death. Death in the season of death. What happens if it happens in Summer, the season of lushness? Good one. |
| Posted by Allison Smith on 09/21/09 at 12:34 AM Nice work. |
| Posted by William Brunk on 09/21/09 at 07:02 PM left me wondering...and i enjoyed that |
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