speak to me in the waft ofpetal stamen language pollinate my thoughts witha breath as sweet as the firstwarm wind of spring teach me beauty and brevityand the easy joy of the momentthe wisdom of leaving a simplelife attached to its rootsI know the ruin of clippers and spadesI know the trauma of transplantation showContinue reading “The Language of Flowers”
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Rabbit
In the dusk of an Easter weekendwhile nature held its breathin vigil vigilantthe Saturday gloom of eveninggathered fistfuls of theoverabundant growth thatlined the path Trees and brambles breathedpressing in on either sideanticipating dawn’s freshdew of renewaleven while night prepared to fall The briars offered up a rabbitwily, listeningnavigating the open voidbetween two sides of theContinue reading “Rabbit”
The Poetry Patio 