Wednesday, April 22, 2009

moment

rose in cut glass craves earth,
but stiffened with her moment,
she iridesces, velvet and moist,
welcoming the penetrating gaze
until she is permitted to drop
petals by threes and fours,
weep sap, and melt clumsily
into the warm, loving ground.

1 comment:

SleepyHammer said...

That is the nicest and saddest poem I've had the pleasure of reading. I always cry at happy endings. I'd like to hear it out loud.