sometimesihatemycat

Oh, little bud wrapped ’round a weed root
Still so green and pristine is your shoot
But I’m sad ’cause I plucked you together
Your sweet scent turning rotten too soon

-a.r.

Painting: Broken Visage by Mathew Price

~ by April on October 22, 2015.

Posted in Death, Humanity, Loss, Nature, Poetry, Whimsy
Tags: Bud, Death, Flower, Garden, loss, Nature, poetry, Regret, SAD, Sorrow, Weed