Wednesday, August 12, 2015

don't hold back

the sunflowers
don't hold back their bloom
waiting
for some assurance
that the bees will come
to do their part
as i listen to them speak
about the tender touch of morning light
i see
as it caresses each delicate petal
there is no place
to half-love
anything in this world
and how often it is
that the softest things
cause the heart to break