Showing posts with label Butterfly Weed. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Butterfly Weed. Show all posts

Thursday, May 21, 2020

Waiting for the Wind


Waiting for the Wind

I'm waiting for
the wind to change.
Go from cold to warm,
strong to gentle.
Hold things up instead
of bring them down.
Give me some assistance
instead of put up resistance
as I move through the day.

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Thursday, September 5, 2019

A Different View


A Different View

The butterfly weed has grown tall.
Wind makes it bend.
Turns it toward a different view.
A true godsend

The form of this poem is a dechnad cummaisc.

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Tuesday, August 27, 2019

Self-Seeding


Self-Seeding

The seed pod stands high on
the plant as though it is
overseeing the land.
In due time, it bursts open.
Some seeds drop close to home.
Others hitch a ride on the wind,
taking a chance that they will find
another place that gives them
an opportunity to grow.

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