Clouds

Clouds

flocculent clouds
puffed in the sky
giant marshmallows
tempting the eye

an east wind moving them
beyond the line of vision
dividing the horizon
with a precise incision

sun covered momentarily
perhaps making a prediction
only to reappear
with courage of its conviction

as twilight arrives
at its inevitable time
Nature’s shift begins
its internal rhyme


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Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting Open Link Night at D’Verse.  I reworked a poem I wrote about 5 years ago.  I wrote it in rhyme as that is how nature sometimes talks to me ☺️

Maidenhair

Maidenhair

Your name is pretty
and describes you well
Maidenhair
You are a fern
Delicate and soft
fluttering in the breeze
In some places you are finicky
and live inside
where it is warm
You are planted in peat-moss soil
and misted with water
But here in the deep south
you are a delightful weed
Strong, low-maintenance
popping up in between concrete cracks
around trees
and pushing up pebbles
You are at home in shady sunshine
Natural and free flowing
and for sale
Nowhere

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Sarah is hosting D'Verse tonight and has prompted us with "Weeds"

Photo by Xuan Min on Unsplash
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