The Stone Garden Poem by Geoff Lathy

The urgency of trust,
Is like sap,
The bitterness of love,
Like tears on a black rose.
The sweetness of a kiss,
Like a slow summer’s mist,
The holding of hands,
A flood of insanity,
The rustling of leaves
On the eve of a breathless storm
Like a lover’s violent touch.
Like frost-frozen flowers
The ivy-entwined lives of those
Careless to forget to live and grow
In the bright sun’s warmth.
Hard and content to shine,
Like Bert and Frieda, those,
Who survive Vesuvius’ quiet voice.