NaPM April 27 2016

[REW]

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

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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.

hahaha