The Rescue of Dryopteris


Dryopteris

“The Rescue of Dryopteris”

An afterthought, I took
broken pot
and held her. Barely does she sigh.

Partially dead, I shook
what was not
held deeply in her branches dry.

“Still a trace of life’s green”
she whispered,
faintly audible to my ears.

Water-misted her clean;
tear drops heard
as she began to shed her fears.

Dryopteris, she screams
and she sings!
Her leaves are reaching for the sky.

And then my garden beams
bestowing;
returns that love back to her eyes.

Tri-fall Poem- abc,abc- 638/638

, , , ,

No comments yet.

Leave a Reply

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

WordPress.com Logo

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

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

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

Facebook photo

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

w

Connecting to %s

Frank Solanki

If you want to be a hero well just follow me

Beachanny's Texas

THE NEIGHBORHOODS OF MY MIND

Rantings Of A Third Kind

The Blog about everything and nothing and it's all done in the best possible taste!

ELLEGUYENCE

New content every Sunday

dVerse

Poets Pub

%d bloggers like this: