I'm trying something new, taking a risk this month - participating in
#VerseLove with Sarah Donovan,
hoping to write poetry every day this April.
Today's poetry challenge is to write about the cycle of time, and to be inspired by the changes that are occurring in the natural world. I'm not quite sure what happened here, but I went dark....
The gardener lingers at the tree,
Surprised by the scene
Bereft of blossoms, branches bare,
Hardly any leaves.
What is this gray green fungus eyed,
Growing up the side?
Every other spring, majestic blooms,
Now, will it survive?
Grief is like this, when it comes about,
Whether whisper or shout,
Approaching loss always hurts
Seeing life worn out.