i trot into the garden per usual
where whirling verdant blades
and petals made of velvet
wave to greet me
as the sounds of spring spur me on
i cross through the morning fence
where my nurturing days will commence
welcoming such vibrancy in warmth
i shower these flowers with love
snuggle earthy soil firm at their bases
then place atop each one a honeyed kiss
since roots become restless
without something to miss
yes
i have done this for
each season’s pass
and soon i find myself
standing on tiptoes
at long last
refilling a bruised bucket
handle laced between my grip
i reach up
just a droplet they need
but miss
the sky blushes blue above them
a gentle gust guiding easy gaze
i look towards the smiling sun
tending to changes
realizing
i am the one
who withers away
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 4:10 PM UTC
i trot into the garden per usual
where whirling verdant blades
and petals made of velvet
wave to greet me
as the sounds of spring spur me on
i cross through the morning fence
where my nurturing days will commence
welcoming such vibrancy in warmth
i shower these flowers with love
snuggle earthy soil firm at their bases
then place atop each one a honeyed kiss
since roots become restless
without something to miss
yes
i have done this for
each season’s pass
and soon i find myself
standing on tiptoes
at long last
refilling a bruised bucket
handle laced between my grip
i reach up
just a droplet they need
but miss
the sky blushes blue above them
a gentle gust guiding easy gaze
i look towards the smiling sun
tending to changes
realizing
i am the one
who withers away