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.