04-28-2016, 06:04 AM
Tilling Time?
I babysit trays of seeds
for my first garden
will they grow?
a nest of timid green buds huddles
with pale robin egg sky
afraid because coolness in the shadows
still warn of frost onto pink and jade
only zucchini sprouts
did I do something wrong?
when leaves become lusty wings
in the breeze
new birds will hatch into song
as mamma bird trills from her
warm red breast, "kids I have worms"
I hope there will be something
to water with the hose
they will learn to fly into summer
under a great big umbrella
of hot yellow sun
if everything I planted hasn't died
watermelon drips
from happy sticky chins
will stain the cement
while young Robins dine
on a strawberry buffet
and of course
whether or not any seedlings
turn to crops
a cup of lemonade
costs 50 cents
winter forgotten
until brown fall
I babysit trays of seeds
for my first garden
will they grow?
a nest of timid green buds huddles
with pale robin egg sky
afraid because coolness in the shadows
still warn of frost onto pink and jade
only zucchini sprouts
did I do something wrong?
when leaves become lusty wings
in the breeze
new birds will hatch into song
as mamma bird trills from her
warm red breast, "kids I have worms"
I hope there will be something
to water with the hose
they will learn to fly into summer
under a great big umbrella
of hot yellow sun
if everything I planted hasn't died
watermelon drips
from happy sticky chins
will stain the cement
while young Robins dine
on a strawberry buffet
and of course
whether or not any seedlings
turn to crops
a cup of lemonade
costs 50 cents
winter forgotten
until brown fall
(04-28-2016, 05:26 AM)bedeep Wrote:hahaha(04-28-2016, 05:10 AM)Casey Renee Wrote: These poems are wonderful especially considering the limitations of the prompt. As you will soon see, I wrote the worst poem ever about the weather.You can't say that yet, because you haven't seen mine, which I have not yet writ.
"Write while the heat is in you...The writer who postpones the recording of his thoughts uses an iron which has cooled to burn a hole with." --Henry David Thoreau


