Tomorrow

The tale of how one manages to cling onto hope despite dark times.

In the Garden of Lucerne,
Lost among the ubiquitous Yew,
Prospering brightly on the grave of the Holly.
Poppies burn irresistible,
Blooming brightly amongst the dog roses.
I long for tomorrow,
For I shall witness the Edelweiss bloom,
And the return of the Holly.

Author's Note

Decode the meaning of each flower to understand the bigger picture

Reviews

[Quill]

Can’t say i don’t understand the concept of climbing out of darkness. I do like the hopeful part of this poem.