"Splash!"
A roar over my head closes
from behind and drowns the radio.
Binoculars brought to bear, I observe
the seed embedding. It grows
a small orange blossom. Morphing
into a larger, darker flower
climbing from the point of impact.
Rain patters over the iron roof
as sods and stones strike sonorously.
The flower is gone, dissipated
in a cloud of dust, and silence
returns.
YOU ARE READING
Bloom
PoetryThis is a collection of poems written for a university level creative writing course. If you like them please let me know, and share them with your friends.
