Saturday, March 8, 2008

almost

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
touches
spring's delicate push

3 comments:

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!

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