WRITING

A container, for the branches of my meanings:
Long or short-stemmed sentences edited, cut to fit,
Fill the vase - or not.

Hardy, fragile stems of green wood
Carry words that cascade, tumble, drop down
In a torrent of scent.

Delicate blooms surprise, take root, settle
In ill prepared dry as dust soil. Bear fruit.
Or at first sight, wither

Sweeping away an extravagant folly: a profusion of
Blighted petals – folly beyond redemption
I find one seed.