plum trees
never ask why,
when the deities please,
their buds, in the blink of an eye,
must die
Tag Archives: nature poem
Before Death
sleep slides down faces in the month of
migration as pledges are played;
spotted rags of blush and blue
promenade past plants with
ocellar orange oars,
ere clinging to
broken strings
before
death
red summer nights
dainty green shells shine
under a brilliant white star
red summer nights sing
