Bare branches twitch
Narcissus break ground
Yellow tips like pursing lips
Struggle to speak
Eyelids spread in gleamer
Decrepit dreams yearn again
To balance between stone pavers
Like bags of rags in dirt
Covered in thick mulch
Frost bitten fingers
Clinch where rain steeps
Longing to burst with tongues of fire
Decaying debris stick together
Beneath the boxwood hedge
Limbs of purple crocus
Crack the mud patina
Bulbs swell in black beds
Blind stems stretch
Up from shallow pits
Of forgotten desires
