The roofers have not returned
\nto put on the world\u2019s new ceiling.
\nThings I look for have not returned.
\nCrocosmias, anemones,
\nfavorite little orchids that shared
\ntheir rarity.
\nI wait for things to happen,
\nto fill their nests,
\nto take away the solitary shade.<\/p>\n
Where are my missing comrades?
\nWas the ice too much for them?
\nThe white blanket of winter
\nthat gently covered the sleep of petals,
\nthe little forever of death
\nand the birth of new centers
\nwhere my eyes could melt
\ninto a flower.
\nI look for them
\nand so many are missing.
\nA hard winter they say,
\nfor me
\na drought looking for its rain.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The roofers have not returned to put on the world\u2019s new ceiling. Things I look for have not returned. Crocosmias, anemones, favorite little orchids that…<\/p>\n