Wednesday, April 27, 2016

High Noon

by Tricia Knoll

Fantasies will end,
even swollen dream seeds
the red bird dropped
into your lusty loam.

Come a high spring sun,
let warmth pull forward
a green uneasy sprout
you never imagined.



1 comment:

  1. Carolyn MartinApril 28, 2016 at 10:17 AM

    Lovely, Tricia! Looking forward to the "green uneasy sprout"!

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