There is supposed to be a veil
between you and I dear Sun.
I am enamored with your bold stare,
but the heat of your affection
caused me to bud prematurely.
My heart breaks for confused spring
who felt your nudge to wake me
before I had strength to nurse
the tiny spirits birthed from my limbs.
How long do we cry before humans
will stop tearing the curtain between
the daylight star and earth’s heart?
I am a cherry tree grieving stillborn fruit.
My infants lie in frost-bitten bunting,
withered before the rose blush
could form on their cheeks.
Susie Clevenger 2017
Real Toads ~ Speaking For Spring's Stillborn Sprouts