dream garden

angels in my dreams
keep me from waking
to the glory road.
with beauty blossoms
the white thorn
with petals of
silk
and a subtle
cyanide scent
in my garden they
grow,
among the mums
and forget-me-nots
they tangle in my
hand
as I reach to
pluck
as I bow to
smell
in the copper light
of my estate
I wonder if I
should
hesitate?

~ R. Harder