Flower Petals

Lips chapped.

Wind scoured face.

Drenched hair.

The walk this morning

shows promise for the wild seeds

planted randomly

last fall.

Enter your comment here...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Email (required) (Address never made public)

Name (required)

Website

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: