Matters Of Love

The gates of her garden are left open to wanderers

They say she’s too friendly and she shouldn’t be so trusting

that matters of love are a waste of time

But that isn’t her

The roses died and bloomed

and dried out

They’ve been over watered,

pruned too early,

and forgotten,

But come spring they show their rosy pink faces

As if all those things

could have destroyed a blooming rose

-Saschia Johnson

 

 

New England Cafes

We Go On–We All Do

Funny how things work out

How people show up

And make you proud of who you are

Or make you feel less than who you are

both people come and go

They make impacts

They go on with their lives

With their red Rose’s or their brass scales

And think briefly of you now and then

or maybe more

who knows…

-Saschia