Year-long, weekdays, he
passed an orchard,
Mornings, in the company
of sparrows
As colour rained across
each shadow
Of fruit trees immersed
with butterflies.
In the season of woven blossom
A tapestry of blown
petals may contain
Every promise he could
ever anticipate
A ballet of trees
imploring his provision
But soon, in the warmth,
he forgot them,
He looked towards the
distant autumn
Distracted by the
warehouse of his heart
Of black banners and
fluttering crows.
High over the fields, he
viewed lemon petals
In an empty heart, he
walked towards the edge
Of others harvest ripe
for collection
His face to the wind he
drifted away.
He let his heart be
filled with sorrow
And left behind the
drizzle of spring
The scent of each blossom
called him back
To the touch of love and
the kiss of grace.
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