Sorrow Drowns On Dry Land

Sorrow drowns on dry land Standing at a distance, staring at staggered lines on a rock face outcropping buried deep beneath an ancient rose garden Corroded iron bars chained and bolted, left for dead as brittle petals find a funnel cloud forming and dance in a whirlwind mosaic Disguised bold lettering of forgotten fonts curl and peel as bark from a crying birch tree waits for spring so it can start anew Sunlight smears blue sky dreams in finger paint colors designing the moment in portraits of a heart – this heart basking in your glow And as your smile approaches the earth rejoices, pine tree party hats, hibiscus streamers wave as a happy ending reigns at the conclusion of this poem – with the deceptive title