delaneystar

Simply this

Someone offered to write me a poem and requested a subject or title. I sent them this picture and this is what he wrote:

love said no
and I waited
waited out the long vile winters
insidious rains

waited and rooted my self to the spot
grew leaf-stripped, wind-lashed,
crack-barked and starvling

racked myself and reached for the dying light of the sun

and I budded and blossomed under your spring souled rain
after all that long lost time ;

like hope does, I've found,
everything grown grows underground

Dean Myles Johnston