Petal by petal in turn breaks away
as the lifeless stem with the breeze gently
sways.
Piece by piece falling apart
like the pieces of my broken heart
but the season has changed
as the sun shines through the rain
a small seedling can be found
sprouting from the freshly damp ground.
A new life portraying a new start
both for the rose and my resurrecting
heart.
~Nina R. January 11, 2001
