Plant Loss
It didn't flower the way you said it would. The petals sleep in the sun browning in slumber. The hawk looked on, and scoffed at humans trying to harness nature, like we know any better. My hands dirty from soil, your disappointment just as filthy. I know nothing about growing plants. I felt less of a woman to not know the ways of the earth and birth. I figured that things like this, women just knew. I know more about metal and fire than soil and seeds. I turned to you. Your eyes turning towards the house. Let organic life die and mourn it's passing another day.