we sought
we taught
and you told of flames
that played
with forests
we would run
we would hide
and you told of gatherings
that we curled up together
you, me..and tree
we held on
with eyes closed
with eyes in dreams fold
and you told of ends
seasons come and go
cold gave into spring
i awoke to you
cold
stiff
and i told of your
eternal hibernation
YOU ARE READING
protea
Poetry"her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high." a flower, protea an admirer a past of pain a garden of rehabilitation a love soil deep Come see their journey
