Gold blossoms alight
crowns frosted with luster
Her heart is in lust
with hope he would trust her
He fidgets with kisses
and listens to wishes
True love can grow
when targets have misses
Imperfections bring gifts
well stocked with instruction
Perfection is glimpsed
soon after destruction
So much is said
when choosing to hear
Gold blossoms will wilt
no longer I fear
Jacob Bakowski
St. Johnsbury
Perry Heller
Hardwick
This poem was written for the Verse-Village celebration of April Poetry Month.
Jacob Bakowski
