She was told, “Blossoming is done
spring is gone,
summer went cold,
autumn is falling
at winter’s feet.” But wild
roses are too wild to quit blooming
I am inflamed
In troubling times,
poetry can soothe me.
The visuals behind the words:
- for Poets and Storytellers United (Writers’ Pantry #49: Get Your Binge On!).
- the “troubling times” bit was borrowed from Poems to Live By in Troubling Times,
an anthology edited by Joan Murray.