wildflowers

I thought there would be

wildflowers in the valley

Yellow and white

dipped into the green

But the crisp crystalized air 

told me they had fallen

I thought there would be moss and 

pine needles and trees and dirt trails

But the moss is melting

The roots that were ment to hug 

the dirt and rot 

and bleed into new seeds and 

new springings are pulled 

Metal cuts dirt

I thought there would be pools of 

blue water

In the sea nearby

and summer shells and kelp

and small hermitcrabs and silver fish

swimming happily

But the pools and basins 

and bodies of water

look stale, black and empty

Well, i thought 

i thought