The first blossom
On my winter squash
Is female.
Lacking a male,
She will fade,
Unfertilized,
By evening,
And her fruit will fail.
Still, she opens in beauty
Under the sun
And offers her grace
And optimism
To the day.
So too may we all;
And that is quite enough.
Casey Laine comes from a long line of talkative women. She works as Fantasy Editor at Cosmic Roots and Eldritch Shores, and publishes an annual anthology of fiction and poetry for her writing group, Writers Assembled. In her spare time, she chases butterflies with her camera. Find her at Facebook, Cosmic Roots and Eldritch Shores, and Amazon.
Nice idea to have short stories with crisp messages. I also write stories on my blog. If interested do visit and read.
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I also savor the beauty of squash blossoms even if I never see a fruit.
They are beautiful blossoms, aren’t they, Carol!
Lovely. Well said.
Thank you so much, Janine!