The last man standing
in a world getting colder
petal on a rose
Strong
Tag: poetry
Pink
My garden flowers,
pander to stereotypes,
rose by any name.
Early
A bunny in shock—
hot cross buns arrive in stores
week after Christmas
Perpectives
This vibrant planet—
if we walked in a plant’s shoe,
would we tread lightly?
Demented
The neural network,
controls our collective breath,
’til branches wither.
