Tangled in vines of thought
A yearning for season change
Buds on iron railings wrought
Cannot surffice her longing
For it is her garden of thought
Where future days are cropped
Already set to days that ought
Rejuvenate her fertile mindset
She's anxious to blossom sort
That trees may dress up oh so
Remorse loosens in vibes of thought
© gillena cox 2026
