Poem: End of the Caged Season

End of the Caged Season

The trouble is so much of it has been so caged for so long.
The color. The iron bars.
Still, you can reach in. Wonder at the colors
Touch the velvet petals.
and in time the seasons change,
the flowers die, and the seeds spread,
spawning wildflower gardens
in the most unexpected places.

About this poem

Too many influences for such a small poem. Just read and enjoy and maybe, create your own meaning. (That’s always the fun part.)

Tom

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