leaves of the poet tree, Poetry

just because

leaves of the poet tree. today’s prompt: closed
photo: yellow hibiscus, ozone9999,duke and sarge, flickr

Yellow Hibiscus

here now, resolutely resting
i see something swaying, like
a million long tender threads shimmering

and every sweet sincere sound ever heard
softly beating, an audible flutter
suggesting one tidy admission

telling tonic of time. already been,
then when there was obscurity
the door decidedly had disappeared