Saturday, March 8, 2008


warmer than usual
weather of uncommon hope
leaves yellowed some
but never faded.
on the tip of one shoot
you struggled
against a rollercoaster climate
to open, full
& yet, never quite;
last rose of summer
only a bud
that in fragile decay
spring's delicate push


paisley said...

the way this was worded was so fragile and delicate ,, as if it was representing the last fragile rose of summer... very beautiful....

Billy said...

What a marvelous, delicate poem! I'd like to link you to my site if that's okay :)

Calabrisella said...

Bellissimo!!! Paisley ha ragione... le parole che hai usato sono perfette!