light green
empty branch arms
turned away
from the brown brick house
held in line
by the gray
edge stones
sinking deeper into
Winter's drab slumber
biding time
until the dream of Spring's
budding promise
becomes a solid future
with a stunningly
luscious wave
of hot pink
Hibiscus flowers
as a backdrop
to the brown brick house
kept in check
by gray edge stones
until the petals drop
into the sneaky
Autumn sun
and desolation
sets up shop
in lonely green arms
again
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 9:36 PM UTC
light green
empty branch arms
turned away
from the brown brick house
held in line
by the gray
edge stones
sinking deeper into
Winter's drab slumber
biding time
until the dream of Spring's
budding promise
becomes a solid future
with a stunningly
luscious wave
of hot pink
Hibiscus flowers
as a backdrop
to the brown brick house
kept in check
by gray edge stones
until the petals drop
into the sneaky
Autumn sun
and desolation
sets up shop
in lonely green arms
again
The hibiscus in my Eddie's Mom's front garden looks so dramatic at times during the year...I felt it needed it's own poem.
