Her Beauty Unfolds

How lively and cruel

Mother Nature can be

How honest her birds

Who chirp Chickadee

Her hawk soars majestic

Through winds over sea

Her beauty unfolds

Without you or me

Flowers

I bought these flowers

to brighten the room.

Then watch them wither

and shrivel to gloom.

Exceptional, still

they brighten the room.

In death as in life

how they still seem to bloom.

all the beautiful ways

She let herself go

in all the beautiful ways

she was destined to

As I sunk deeper under bedsheet

wanting nothing more than to disappear

alone in the darkness

She was painting all her daydreams

in pale blue watercolor

twirling her brush between strokes

Like I had watched her do

so many countless nights before

like the time she painted me nude

And I watched her beauty unfold

like a single blooming lotus flower

adrift on a swamp at dawn

Yesterdays sadness today.

The day
is cold
and rainy,

the walls
smell
of paint,

a hint
of death
lingers,

my pockets
are
running dry,

control
is
a state of mind,

right now
I’m
out of it,

I bought
flowers
to liven up the room,

they
help
some,

today is
a soggy
mess,

as for
tomorrow
we will see.

The point
is,
that we will see tomorrow.