Hopeless yearning for the unattainable
takes me stumbling towards the river.
Dark reflections echo my morbid contemplation.
Beneath the umbrella of the forest canopy
tiny delicate petals are striving to open,
searching for light
until a gleam from behind the clouds
gives the impetus
to unfurl budding petals
and release despair into the blue.
Thank you, Brenda at the Sunday Whirl for the words, which are:-
umbrella, river, hopeless, petals, post, uncut,
yearning, delicate, tiny, perched, blue, until