Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR
Poems of Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR
F l e u r F a t a l e...
Comes nite, fate befalls a Black Moon orchid,
Toasted umber bedaubs... curled leafed-tips,
Coursing arbored veins with a wrecklessness
As cancer permeates, the nodes and marrow.
Comes the rain, Mother Natures sweet elixir;
Remission.....could Death be not found here?
Miles away...... a Richelieu rosebush is dying
Strickened by curse of Black Spot 'n Dieback.