Ruby blossoms he gave as we began our escape.
The color of love.
Sadly the drive was too hot, too long.
Weak and wobbly, losing petals, all seemed lost.
A cup filled gave hope,
but bent and fragile still
Until, unwatched, the cold reached deep enough.
Stems standing tall once again,
The golden wall a canvas for their radiance.
Like said rubies, we escaped.
Already wilted, petals of joy dropping;
The year had taken its toll.
When fatigue and worry combine, hope can hide.
Winding through brown hills, we tumbled into the sea salt air.
A red door, a sapphire blue sky,
and rest waiting to be found.
Parched, we drank deeply.
The color of love rings boldly once again.