A garden!
of an old,
beaten rose, the
dark clouds in
dirtied skies
reach out to tend
to its care.
nearly buried in a
whisper, crimson petals
bleed out their
swollen tears for
yesterday's thirst.
a time left in
graceless silhouettes,
roots writhing
inside course stone,
depleted of
its soul by
the menacing
heart of summer-
the end of life
lurking in
the dawn...
but today-
heaven releases
its rain,
greeted mightily
by the flower's
eager tongues!
tongues that
begged upon their
dried-up bellies,
in want, in
search for life.
