Thursday, March 30, 2017

New Designs: a poem


Petal,
Laced with frothy pink,
tissue-paper horizon bending
as I breathe.
Garden stones hunker as the flowers nod,
shadow painting granite flecks.
Stigma on style,
each yellow bit,
fuzzy with life.
In the new field,
a single leaf unfurls,
pushing wood chips and mud

into a new design.

No comments:

Post a Comment