Friday, April 6, 2012

And His Dark Secret Love

Furl out into the cool air
Unheeding the snowfall next week
Bending the branch
But the sun was right

Easy to be pretty and awake
Well-scented, ultravioletly attractive
Every sunbeam belongs to me
Every visitor is lover

My belly fruit no longer sleeps
What pain can I hope for
This burgeoning birth
A quickly scattered death

1 comment:

  1. Prompt: Find a natural object, consider its lifespan, write its story.