Lazy Poets Thursday Poem

Gorse

Fickle Gold

You may wonder why you’re carried

 to a distant tropical shore

by fragrance like sweet coconut

rising golden over moors

from January til December

turn a woodland path

 and you’ll know its kissing season

as you’re sure to see some gorse

but be careful where you romance

because if you are untrue

her flowers hide a secret

the most capricious thorns