But grey plots care not, each headed by worn grey stones wc
|Amidst grey plots, forget-me-nots|
Amidst grey plots,
dark green pine and snow,
cover the sleeping rose
as she slumbers until the spring
when she'll spread her arms and yawn
among ice-blue forget-me-nots
eager to disperse their spell.
But grey plots — care not,
each headed by worn grey stones
each measured and spaced like gum drops
on a bashful schoolboy's plate:
one for me — one for you.
Now they rest together
with a rose planted above and between
amidst blue-fields of forget-me-nots.
© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.170] (28.juni.2021)
16 lines, approx 80 words.