Sunday, October 10, 2021

Blue Senescence

The Voodoo Lilies have turned to mush
Without a hint of frost.
A Maryllis ponder their fate
Into dry storage and forced to bloom.

In a blue world bent over.

Senescence like falling in deep blue waters.

The bones will rise again as green flesh slips away in fire and frost.

The Under Garden draws near.

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