reflectively i
opened &
closed
regularly,
i was
petals blushed
in the
height of
summer & a
frostbitten
bud
in the throes of
winter, except this
year
the sky not
grey brought
a heat everyone
could feel
except me,
i waited
for an
opening that
didn't come,
a flower
refusing to yield
to sun,
limbs
staying firmly
crossed, lost in a
place where
nothing
warm survives
for long.
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 3:43 AM UTC
reflectively i
opened &
closed
regularly,
i was
petals blushed
in the
height of
summer & a
frostbitten
bud
in the throes of
winter, except this
year
the sky not
grey brought
a heat everyone
could feel
except me,
i waited
for an
opening that
didn't come,
a flower
refusing to yield
to sun,
limbs
staying firmly
crossed, lost in a
place where
nothing
warm survives
for long.
