Verdant Reflection
The promise of rain builds,
swells in my head but
refuses to validate the pain
I'm tired, and care nothing
for the gentle swell of new buds
or tenderness of lilies.
The grass has taken over -
ragweed and clover too,
crowded and green
where they shouldn't be.
What a verdant reflection.
Poetry
very nice double meaning in this. You haven't lost anything, you may just have to dig in the garden a bit to pull it out.
ReplyDeletebeautiful. You know clover flowers are my favorite flowers because they smell so nice.
ReplyDeleteMutual admiration society, party of two? Very nice poem and photo.
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