Dahlia postmortem—
 
too much water in the pot
 
drowned the poor tubers.

 
 
 

The last white dahlia
 
has bloomed, its petals falling
 
to the earth like snow.

 
 
 

Summer morning walk—
 
I smile at yellow dahlias
 
in a stranger’s yard.

 
 
 

In an old clay pot
 
the first white dahlia opens
 
on a warm June day.