Dust piled
upon the old clock
Hands and
legs broken alike
Attic
corner, lays forgotten
Unperturbed
silence lies thickly.
Sitting
center was a spry young rose
Flourishing
like majestic sunflowers
Dewdrops
glistening on sharp petals
A ceiling
crack illuminates red
Suddenly,
hands slowly wakening
Dust tracing
patterns in air
Two seconds
of disturbed silence
Then back to
usual tranquility
So precious,
the two seconds were
Determination
still remains within
The colorful
memories enough
Goading rose
urging life.
