This poem actually has a meaning hidden behind all of that imagery, believe it or not. Despite my limitations to magnetic gardening words I did try to convey a couple of different things. This poem has an interesting effect though: it you read it and think of it as a love poem, it seems like a love poem. If you read it like a lifestyle poem, it reads like a lifestyle poem. Etcetera. Either, way, it's all good. So please read and review. Hot, red morning
Dead in night
Blister with willow
Never cut a rose
Ripe, windy cellar
Protected light
Secret is stone
Kill the shade
Soft, exploding rain
Winter Eden
Tendrils of black
We must burst up
Bloom like sun berries
Coax it out
Worm your way in
Give away the sweet rustle
A sacred summer
Leave his colored blanket
Why sprout above?
Know my frost
Grow harsh moss
Always heavy like spring
Struggle down path
Holed sanctuary
Make me alive
Breathe