today as I was taking out the trash 

I noticed something that turned my head 

there were two lone blooms

on the spiky tree outside

under the dim light of the moon

staring, reaching out, longing for the other 

but never to touch again 

the purple of the pedal's tint 

the death traps all around them 

it really made you think 

these blossoms on the spiky tree 

wishing, waiting for the other's touch 

and there's a possibility 

that it may happen, it really could

but only if they fall off the tree

dying, decaying, on the ground 

but finally in the reach

of the other flower

so should the wind blow too hard tonight 

may they fall in grace and power 

I walked away, to take the dog out 

but now I stare out my window 

to watch as the storm rages and 

they fall, they flutter, through the rain

and then, in peace and love and death, they land 

Question of the Day: What winter holiday do you celebrate? If it's Christmas or a holiday where you exchange/receive gifts, what are you wishing for most this year? And, if it's something other than Christmas, tell me all about it! 

Prompt of the Day: Write a haiku about the last thing you ate. 

(if you don't know what that is, a haiku is a poem with three lines and seventeen syllables. Something like-

The table, smooth and tan

Standing proud and tall

Holding my food, so kind

-that would be a haiku)