Sunshine Lovers

 How the thorns bemoan the fallen pedals
Who once did swell
Basking in adoration
With graceful movements that burst
with the sun
Balancing like pouring tea-kettles
On straws of imperfection
Straws made so by
the hideous blemish of the ever-hated thorn
These outcast, rebellious warriors
who only ever strive
to be guardians
For a fickle and fleeting love
from these tender, blooming ladies
Stand strong
lonely soldiers
The sun grows warmer
Lengthening days to make ready promises
For the return of your precious
Harlots