The clouds huddled on
Nervous horizon
Fearful of trespass
To the blue sky blest

“Fear not givers of rain
My garden yearns
Your corruption too
For tis kind to be cruel
Come on
Join the coterie
Our collective brutality
A positive cause”

The sunburst blazed
Unforgiving intent
Owning all in radiant range
Blue sky passive observer


“Fear never shadows on your glaze
My garden yearns
Your corruption too
For tis kind to be cruel
Come on
Join the coterie
Our collective brutality
A positive cause”

Older than the seasons start
I strove with tentativeness and tenacity
Strides ebulient and sorrowed
Sun paved path undertaken

Today I picked a red ripe tomato
Beautiful, perfection and pure
Wrought of the unforgiving sun
Beaten by bullets of rain
Whipped by winds untethered.
I sit with my garden, both of us spent
I eat the warm fruit and dig my toes into earth sanguine.
We both shall turn to start anew
With friends who seem not