In front of the periwinkle wall,
on the chipped porcelain tabletop,
in the clear glass vase,
a single thorny branch bears
a lonely pink rose.
The gentle summer breeze moves
sheer lavender curtains as I gaze
through the window to my madness
Edgar’s raven perches defiantly upon my sanity
just out of my reach
and I cry.
© 2025 Bruno Talerico
Stafford challenge 185/365.
Desert Dweller 