Weeds
There’s no rest for the weary weeder.
“How dare you write poems
when I’m full of weeds?”
pouts her neglected garden
under an uncertain sky.
Weedy flowers of spring
welcome honeybees
with golden nectar
to feed a growing hive.
“How dare you write poems
when I’m full of weeds?”
pouts her neglected garden
under an uncertain sky.
Weedy flowers of spring
welcome honeybees
with golden nectar
to feed a growing hive.