Dropped like the petals of yesterdays bloom
this, as the leaves of my heart peeled too soon.
When is the bud, a promise, a hope,
how can time furrow all into cocoon.
Dare I open and shine in the sun,
brine the leaves as they warm in dew’s run.
This I would languish and freely desire
yet clipped in the winds would be fate’s conspire.
Dripping instead, are these petals so fair
almost naked to touch, soft, not dare,
core of a Heart that wanted to live.
Breathe in the air that God’s nature could give.
Blossom these petals and find their fair time.
Lift from the fragrance its’ sweetness sublime.
Open and tender the Heart deep to wide,
Let soft leaves caress and Hold Dear beside.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photography by Enzo Perrazziello