a yellow rose winds to the skies,
blossoming, letting soft petals fall to
the cidery earth, blushing in
the caverns of the sweet-flowering day,
inspired like the greek
sun-god helios but
drawn out of rhododendron
and apple, drawn out of love.
a thousand years of summer,
the wolf, the thin mouth of sky,
a diamond bumble bee, the
gifts of a stolen sun,
shaken out like a rattle snake,
the broken angles of death,
the lost side of each word,
with all its intentions and promises -
fallen to the floor, like an apple,
or a blind mole loving
the soil, the dry earth,
the faded parchment sun,
or a rock of ice, in a tangy glass,
where the summer sun
grows roots and shoots,
shadow domes and leafy golden skies.
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 6:16 PM UTC
a yellow rose winds to the skies,
blossoming, letting soft petals fall to
the cidery earth, blushing in
the caverns of the sweet-flowering day,
inspired like the greek
sun-god helios but
drawn out of rhododendron
and apple, drawn out of love.
a thousand years of summer,
the wolf, the thin mouth of sky,
a diamond bumble bee, the
gifts of a stolen sun,
shaken out like a rattle snake,
the broken angles of death,
the lost side of each word,
with all its intentions and promises -
fallen to the floor, like an apple,
or a blind mole loving
the soil, the dry earth,
the faded parchment sun,
or a rock of ice, in a tangy glass,
where the summer sun
grows roots and shoots,
shadow domes and leafy golden skies.
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