Golden Yarrow

You are withering away

my love

as a white yarrow dies golden

in the relentless heat

of a summer drought

You are drying out your shell

my dear

it is peeling off of you gently

like the delicate layers of a snake crawling away from its own skin

You are growing weary

my one

like a deserted child

in a backdrop

of a burning field

under the sun.

Sep. 01. 2018