well, i seem to be dedicating poems to family members…so, here’s one for lily-bell….she always picks the weeds to give to me as pretty flowers. it’s amazingly cute. but shows how much i do NOT do yard work! haha….

Ralph Fletcher

Weeds in the sunlight,
swaying in the breeze.

Weeds pollinated by
hordes of hungry bees.

Weeds softly whispering,
spilling secret seeds.

Weeds multiplying:
weeds, weeds, weeds.

Dandelion, ragweed,
Queen Anne’s lace.

Weeds in my dreams,
weeds in outer space.

Weeds on vacation
but more staying home.

Sneaky little weedlings
sprouting in this poem!