Falling Florets


 Marigold’s smiles are all worthwhile

        she likes to dabble in heartache


Unbeknownst to the unabated

         vigor is not shined upon but fated

          to end with boxes at a door


Her fiery red-orange bursts of life

       give root which might

       distract a certain type


No genus or genius 

     could narrow her attraction  down to some 

       lucky few

       she lands anywhere she wishes to


I could only hope to catch her golden gaze

       and wait until plucked petals 

       fall


     til then this scrappy weed shall prepare

      for her siren call

 

    
              

    

Posted in response to the challenge Fall: Writing.

brook.wellington

CO

18 years old