Greenhouse Of My Soul Poem by Captain Cur

Greenhouse Of My Soul



Encased in panes of thickened glass,
the greenhouse of my soul,
filtering sun's unsteady light
when cloud formations close
beliefs shorn wildly in the gale
sparse prayers that never fill
droughts that cripple fertile fields
the lone freestanding till.

Monday, May 12, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: reflection
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