Passion and Flowers

Red dirt road
Heavily laden branches
Form a canopy

Drips of light
Wind through haze,
Leaves and mist

Bare feet feel the ground
Press into soft mud
By the creek bank

There, peeking out
Of winding, dark vines,
Are the passionflowers

Spry little dancers
Ringed in color
Play with the light

They symbolize love,
But another passion,
One of suffering

On the red dirt road
Under groaning trees
Gather them

Fill your arms
Of passion and flowers
Let them spill over


Let them litter
The soft ground and
Dappled grasses