Wild Ginger.

English / Shakespearean Sonnet

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Afresh, the past a lingering shadow

lost flowers among a field of old weeds.

Creeping through life’s journey, poison grows

for blossom always, do the fears we feed.

Alas, I must abstain from dark beliefs.

Water not those drowning in fallen tears.

We shall tend our petals, water our leaves.

With love, adoration, our future clears.

This bloom upon my heart, your honeyed touch

loves gently imposed photosynthesis.

Clarity!  I see you have tended much

beyond dark shadows of lingering mist.

Be us not lost flowers in life’s treason,

Be us weeds, loves blossom beyond reason.

Karen Hayward ©2017 (Words)

Michael J. Garland ©2017 (Image)