The garden that wanted to be roses.
The sky was blocks of blue.
The ground was salted with with grainy loom.
Small rabbits and encroached.
A barrage of dark green weeds encroached.
But-the garden wanted to be roses.
It’s blossoms – blotches of red -announcing its aspiration
With electrical barrier of joyfulness.
Lovely…. such delicate beauty in the garden.
The garden that wanted to be roses.
The sky was blocks of blue.
The ground was salted with with grainy loom.
Small rabbits and encroached.
A barrage of dark green weeds encroached.
But-the garden wanted to be roses.
It’s blossoms – blotches of red -announcing its aspiration
With electrical barrier of joyfulness.