petalsmith

Yes, he's a goner. Poor fellow. You know what this means? A few months of aching romantic work, followed by a few years of hellish agony.

petalsmith

I have wandered the garden
taking in the scents and sights
and even the textures and tastes
of the blossoms that lean to catch the light
I drag behind me, shadowed by a mocking sun.
But nowhere in the earth
grows so rare a blossom
as you, in all your beauty and glory.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.