Thursday, 27 September 2012

waiting (to withdraw)

tears gathered on the the tired
grass the heart the earth
lie waiting to withdraw
the fruits have ripened now
and fall.

to live we must let go.
and disappear by noon

or wither silently and fall

or let ourselves be sweetened
by an early frost at night

come let us leave the
grass the heart the earth
the tired tears, leave
and withdraw

into the fading flowers
and the hardened shell

let go of earth of roots
of flowers fruits and tears
lie waiting now



  1. A flower among these weeds. I like your poetry. I know I will write one day. But I have not ripened yet.

  2. One cannot force it, Vera. Thank you for your appreciation.