Wednesday, December 31, 2008

have you seen the pretty blossoms?

pitiful wide-eyed tulips elbow and swivel
in a twisting cross-hair scan for landscapes
that can satisfy an earthen thirst for focus.

it is the soil itself that spies on spring,
viewing a garden unrepaired that loosens slates
and drops bleached petals on untrimmed walks:
huddled tubers conspire in safe black plots.

1 comment:

  1. Yes I can, because of your words. I can see such in my mind.I love the idea of the soil itself as the spy. Good one, you.