Bone Garden

Flowers smell like a funeral.
Shrouds of petals
fall down at my feet.
Delicate bones push their
hollow stems through the earth.
My garden is frozen in time.
It whistles and moans in the wind.
It shines like coral in the sun
and waves like lace with the breeze.
It twists and flows
intertwining leaves
a fragile cage
I keep my heart inside.