Geraniums
Dry geraniums nail their way towards
closed windows
Stems
Leaves
Burnt tips
No sanctuary from summer rays
Trodden red petals
meld gritty path
Bleeding aromas hang soft air
Furry chestnut spiders rent space
in dead leaves
dried clods of earth
rusty pipes
Hiding
Preying
Webbing frail wings
intoxicated by heat
Straggling stems snap
Remnants
Memories of
evening watering’s
drenched with love
Soil turned
Thistles plucked
Juicy stalks thrusting upward
Fresh damp air
Buzzing mosquitoes
Change
Always change
- Jean Bohuslav 2020
Jean Bohuslav enjoys the company of a group of creative writers on the Surf Coast, Victoria, while starting to have poems published in online magazines. She paints and teaches philosophy and mindfulness.
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