Saturday, October 10, 2015

flower in ashes

when no one believes what the wind whispers
when no one hears the birds that sing
when no one sees the flowers in Spring

when no one observes the ocean afar
the horizon that meets a falling star
the sunrise in delete of a noble sky

when no one smiles on a rainy day
windows dry in smoggy haze
shadows follow and do not stay

when a flower dies before its born
in desert terrain hard and dry
and ashes blow until we die

All that existed will not be now…
By Lynda Ferrer/RR/2015