Juliet, to a Flower

You, pretty lissy, fain would try,
'Neath coiling woods and darting sky,
To offer more than comely face
To any traveler stopping by
On way to a well-loved resting place.

For extend to me your leafy hand
and, regretful love, I will retract
from a sorry future, short and pained,
given by thy touch's impact.

I must admit thy charms are great
Which causes some my heart to break.
Thy dewy luster hides so well
The lurking notes of poisoned fate:
The saddest story e're to tell.


--Sarah Johnson, 1-8-10