the blush slowly
fades off your face,
the lines around
your eyes
are more defined
deeper,
you fail to identify
the taste of the poison
within the seeds
-
you loved gardening
it was the language
you used to communicate
with nature;
you composed hushed voices,
cultivated shades of green
the universe is quiet
so the earth will unravel
the chapter after you
** This poem is posted late, April was so busy for me, and I failed to complete NaPoWriMo this year I wasn't planning to do it all anyways but I really wanted to.
