The eyes and the mouth seem like such a contradiction. Its almost as though it’s talking ventriloquist style, “Please come closer so that I might enjoy your company and did I mention, you look delicious!”
Spent blossoms scattered among leaf debris. Perennials withering onto the floor from which they sprung. Oh how the season of fall beckons the hands to begin nesting and still, somewhere in the corners of the gardens, a few of the flowers display on.