Petals of Rose

Red roses sit gazing at sun As it shines seaming the bare sea surface Hope loops off Shame sieves through meadows On a giant feet fear comes Ridden by a boot on its foot Bringing brave wild winds Thinking through day and night What might tommorow bring After fall of rose petals There ought to be something amiss Sorrows where your seeds grow Or whoever may borrow you Peacefully— Drive your legs the next door.