Wither Me Roses
These flowers in your hair.
They are wilting.
I can see it in you eyes.
You know they are.
Yet you keep them on like a death…
As I walk into the garden the lanky sunflower catches my eye. It is beautiful like a spring butterfly and as yellow as the sun. I am proud of my work.
I planted the Sunflower when it was a wee little seed, and I lightly watered it after I tucked it tight into the ground. One day the…