My heart breathes deep
She is in repose
Folded in upon herself like tender bud of rose
Each petal a defender to the lesser one below
All gentle protectors to the
Nectar at her core
She waits
She waits
She waits
And then
Day –
The day – is dawned, and one
Frayed-edged outer petal,
Faking bravery,
Unfurls
Shy, and hesitant
Performs reconnaissance
Is this...
Could this be
Her drop of morning dew?
© Lisa Hurley, 2008
1 comment:
It's good to see you writing again. I love people who can "talk purty". And you have poweRful poetry.
I hope all is well - Chris Peruzzi
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