Surrounded By Roses: The Poeming

their faces

were

kind

they

keep eating

roses

and

citrus

fat

and 

wonderful

she

seems like

she

settled into

night

curled around

in laughter

she 

found her own

look

to

the impossible

we become

something

Hold on to

happy

thoughts

love

Yes, yes

love

I held a glass

to her lips

liquid sunshine

the morning

made her

our

hopes

have grown

into

a little hill of

in 

the 

morning

I

held

glass

apples

as they began

to grow

rejoice

And

I was

the dense piney woods a

starry moonlit night

trust

the 

morning the thoughts of

peace

and

flowers

we

survive

we

will live

day by day

believing in

God

was

Outside

in the

summertime

whispering

to

the

days

will you

play

morning sun

cheer us

November

fire

long

and

we

say prayers

with

powdered-sugar doughnut

eyes

and 

my heart

escaped

crashed head-on into