Weeds
There’s no rest for the weary weeder.
Sep 22, 2020
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“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.
Science lover, contributing editor at SalishMagazine.org, veggie gardener, expat