03-21-2013, 04:05 AM
Forsythia calling boldly for new breath. Flowers
They would cower ; now offering
Their soft sulfur.
Gardener and the sky, both watching, staying close.
A flock of thorns. Clay pots and crowns. Ivy's embrace
Versus rosebud.
Leaning over the fence he sees
Life hundreds of stories lower.
This city is still living in the night,
Neon lights are shouting.
They would cower ; now offering
Their soft sulfur.
Gardener and the sky, both watching, staying close.
A flock of thorns. Clay pots and crowns. Ivy's embrace
Versus rosebud.
Leaning over the fence he sees
Life hundreds of stories lower.
This city is still living in the night,
Neon lights are shouting.