Withering plants.
Plants lie heavy, burdened Underneath the weight of umber snow. Footsteps tread, steady Intentionally, knowing where to go. Chest inhales arduously, Underneath the mass of evening light, Heart races erratically, Without intention, willing to take flight. Like this flora I can face my demise, Knowing that with the kiss of sunrise, Comes an anticipated, annual… Continue reading Withering plants.