To Be Abelia
Like the shrub I bloom best in full
or partial sun and ample rain, surrounded
by buzz and flutter. But loveless years
have pruned back hopes, cut fairy-tale
dreams to the ground. What will grow
from this stub of myself? How much
longer before flowers return?
~Pamela L. Taylor © 2013
Inspired by “You’re an Abelia,” on Story Shucker.
November 2, 2013 at 06:33
November 2, 2013 at 06:37
Thank you for inspiring me with your great story.
November 3, 2013 at 14:21
Enviado desde mi iPhone
> El 02/11/2013, a las 11:25, A Poet’s Double Life escribió: > > >
November 3, 2013 at 17:02
Thanks, Bre! I miss you.