The greenery
has already dimmed...
The puddles by my window
softly shiver in the wind...
To touch and have the power to transform
that which I touched into fresh water...
I am a rose
the rosy red rose...
Greenery transforms into nightingales
during a midnight symphony...
Hailstones,
Suddenly fall...
beside fish filled pond
fly chaffinches sweeping up...
Yelling daffodils paraded
Eulogies, soft, serenaded...
Speechless roses fall victim to winter
dormant; within cracks of frozen earth...
moments of nature
House Martins maiden voyage...
.
Retell my tarnished mirror, please retell...
We failed our mother as a child
Forgot her heart is warm and mild...