dried on the bush
these roses
I never picked for you
*
but I have nothing
to sow said the hand
to the plow
*
caught in the web
all those dreams
I gave wings
*
too soon, I said
to the sun, said the sun,
you are the one who moves
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged haiku, poetry, short poem, what if on June 22, 2013| 3 Comments »
dried on the bush
these roses
I never picked for you
*
but I have nothing
to sow said the hand
to the plow
*
caught in the web
all those dreams
I gave wings
*
too soon, I said
to the sun, said the sun,
you are the one who moves