While the shaded lilies stand rigid
I under the sun thaw
Swaying with the wind
We rooted in the same soil
Drinking in the same nutrients
Me pounded by friction
Withered wilted until again I bloom
-Saschia Johnson
Tag: gardening
Matters Of Love
The gates of my garden are left open to wanderers
They say I’m too friendly and I shouldn’t be so trusting
and that matters of love are a waste of time
But that just isn’t me
The roses have died and bloomed
dried out
been over watered and pruned too early
But come spring they show their rosey pink cheeks
as if none of those things
ever mattered.
-Saschia Johnson
