The frost has kissed
the leaves lying in my yard...
Blossoms of longing
morph into efflorescence...
Sunshine weakly returns with
promises of so much more to come...
Black skies spread out all around
Lying on the hard ground looking up...
Impartial
droplets leave their heavenly abode...
Gardener,
you eradicate...
The whispers spread
through the breeze...
Every morning,
run...
Grandma ...
If I could call anything else by that name...
Silent tears were cried
By the ghosts of yesterday...
By the river a tide is forming,
bathing souls of a wild flower...
Evening skyline shaded in crimson glory
Swimming ducks quacked out their story...