roses bloom and earth is torn
new growth is sickly sweet and warm
old friend again i bid you leave
the ground is salted, the heart is cleaved
the shears cut just a little deep
the earth stumbles, falters, goes to sleep
a cold wind blows, the flora tremble
winter nears, the leaves assemble
raindrops fall on flower bed
all is blackened, all is dead.
5 comments
Good poem.
thanks i have a few more i will post when they are cleaned up
Really beautifull.
thankyou 🙂
This poem is amazing,
I always enjoy a pretty good poem