The Little Bud That Knew

The days of life.
The little bud that knew
and could bear no shimmer
of hope.
White robes
guide me through,
their role be essential
and passion makes sense
in their presence.
But
when the choice is mine,
consequence and
lingering fears
rule and ruin our days.
The days of life.
The little bud that knew
and could bear no shimmer
of hope,
And so withered
and died on the vine.

© Ray Cattie