free verse
this morning
-written in sharpie on the orange prescription bottle, now repurposed to hold seeds…
The quiet wandererVentured out againTo the paths he frequented
The bud blossoms…Adorning beauty of its own…No dress…no decorations…No…
Fifteen petals, strewn behindA path of memoriesFrom bud to floweret, unwindsA tale in reverie
On the summer breezeComes the scent of sweet blossoms,Envious of you.