A Wilted Garden
A Wilted Garden
by R.D. Snow (Jan 2020)
I’m visiting the darker places no one lingers
not on purpose; not them nor I
And tending the wilted flowers on autumn's doorstep
yet a welcome breeze
learning the embrace, the lull, the sting
not on purpose
if only one time to hold a rose thorn
awake! walking the softer sands
on a homeward journey to a quiet reprieve
behold! another artist, like me
dripping color on the canvas
brushing a red dawn
over distant, turbulent waters
painting death; yet a calming end
not on purpose; nor the darkest dream
R. D. Snow
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