Peony Poor

Alas she has seen better days.
The raindrops fall onto her face,
Grace her,
Soothe her,
Calm her.

She clings to her last garments.
Tatters falling to the ground,
Silk fabric,
Fine beads,
Beauty in destruction.

Memories entrance her.
Of joy,
Mixed with pain.
Raindrops mirror,
The loss that she grieves.

Tears like her, washed away.