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