Stormy Weather

In the garden lies the sun
buried deep beneath the shrubs
a bulb of life - waiting to sprout
as cold hands dig away
like a sailor, who drowns his heart
to bury death in moulded clay.

But do you remember what was said
when you dug too long or far
then sat back, unable to deny
promises.... you never paid back
or the stormy weather -
which you made.