Out from the city,
Down long and lonely roads...
Blossomed from a magical crystal weave
Unfurled from a glistened silky demure...
Sprinkled twinkles of lucent gems
Take place in nature's planetarium...
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...