minute hand moves
forward, but escape wheel
is stuck
-tiny buds wilt in tail of winter's breath-
-leaves shiver-shrink from false
spring's embrace-
grip this season
of becoming
as the blossoming earth
peels back
-dead skin-
-mourning dress coats-
we thirst for life
(deeply)
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille hosted by Lisa. This is a 44 word post with the chosen word, SEASON. Thanks for the your visit and comments.
