a garden monday poetry train #89

pricking fingers on rose bushes

herbs gathered at the edge

time accumulates with light

miners tunnel further downward

labels worn and discarded

souls look for comfort from the wind

never close

as figurines dance about in sync

proof is elongated as a moonbeam

a stop sign turns green

attachment can be supremely lighter

lazy prissy beehives circle in my head

as magnolias set down test tubes