'Red'
Red roses bloomed in the garden
A Cardinal sang his song there too
While the poppy struggled in the wind
The beets underground lay in waiting
And the red wine flowed
The red lipstick caught his eye
But not before the redness in her cheeks and eyes
In this garden the lady in the red hat wept for her loved ones
Long gone now and she wrung her wrinkled hands while her skin wore thin
The red sunset beckoned her to bedtime but she resisted
Knowing the nightmares would come again
© G. A. Bernard 2021
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