just let her
in shades of pink

born of maturity
a gift, rooted deep

simple offerings
puddles of water her drink

sun kissed
displayed, considered a weed

country worn
she, rarely what you think


38 thoughts on “Expectation


    Keeps her secrets
    Within her silence

    I too, passing her
    Day after day

    A gladsome addition
    To my daily constitutional

    Grateful to the wind
    That blew her seed here

    A gradual paling
    Day after day

    Petals crinkle, fall
    Her secrets die with her

    I shall mourn her absence
    Patiently await next Summer


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