the breeze is gentle as it wafts through the
avocado tree, carrying with it a scent that
promises rain
the tree towers over the house, roots
thicker than my arm creeping through the foundation, tossing
aside the house that had stood for
decades
i missed the sunrise today, not from a lack
of care
but because clouds swirl thickly
like confusion
grey, ominous, but ultimately lending to no
conclusions
the breeze, still gentle, now carries a note
of something more.
melancholy, bitter and painful, dolefulness
that never quite seems to fade
harsh and jagged, reminiscent of the barbed wire
that surrounds the tree,
promising to crush its ambitions.
a blossom, green and bright,
lands at my feet
contrasting with the dark pavement.
a reminder that sweetness lies in the most unexpected places