Rainshadow, out-of-sight, somewhere between
Where the leaves fall and far before their bloom.
A personality and demeanor of winter: Central Colorado.

A red brick rolodex in the Rockies,
There is fun to be had within the mountains’
Angled roofs, each corner, peak and trough.

The center house’s backyard taxis in and out
The groutfit days of Denver, whatever there is to
Say about it.

Where do you put all of your love when someone goes away? I
have an abundance – a bouquet teeming with roses –
for one who couldn’t stay.

I tucked one rose into a book, stashed a few in my bedroom closet; I hid two in the back of my nightstand, like a secret little deposit.

I slid a couple under the rug and left three in the pantry
as well, and thought I did well filing my love away, out of sight
for all I could tell.

But, though you could step into my house and search for my
love for hours, you couldn’t deny – and heaven knows why
– the whole place smells sweetly of flowers.

tomato
        rich        red        resilient

                                        juicy

        a crunch        a splash        a chew

sweet smelling
tender tasting

seedlings of you      
        seeking        the sun’s surrender
swept 
        skyward
                through rain        fog        mist

wishing       to wrap its wonder
around the sun        
        gold        glowing        gallant