The iced trees are dripping cherries.
They stain the moist concrete.
If sprouts are to come they will find the world changed.
The world is not ready for blossom.
The chilled wind shakes the tree gently.
Oh when will your green awaken?
I feel the pain growing heavy.
Unwanted eyes slowly shift their gaze.
No more thoughts of iced cherries.
Only the petal that [...]
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Iced
Posted in Poetry, Sensory Perception on August 2, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
