Wednesday Workshop Poem Flower Week

by M. Rene'   Jul 15, 2021

Bluebells tried to
reclaim forget-me-knott
fields as Winter
faded into Spring.

Only you had absolutely
nothing to do with
transition or timing
and February's still pissed.

Wind dances with Dawn
as buds begin showing -
(her breath is stained
by new roses and violets too...)

The coffee I brew
is sweeter as the days
grow warmer and I
laugh to myself any
time I wonder if...

Winter was any kinder

to you.

-M. Rene' AKA SincerelyBlueJay Poetry from a Neil Hilborn Writing Circle/Workshop


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