Friday, March 09, 2018

Time Slips, Rose Slips, Rain

time slips, I read entranced
while thinking behind it,
rose slips

those that were planted
in a new precarious land
by a weathered hand

but time slips in and 
I am lost again
on a sea of allusions

time is profusion
and the roses too
dotting the plains

the prairie roses
sometihng corrects
it's still the same I say

they all need rain

mary angela douglas 9 march 2018