Friday, June 1, 2012

Gardens of Writing


A Garden of Possibilities

Words weave
thin green lines
like vines
busy with spring climbs
up, around, across,
above then behind,
a tangle as they spiral
before reaching
for the stars.

By August, blossoms
cover what tangles
today.

Will the words I seek
coalesce, return
as blossoms for me?