Dirt and Seed
Why name one a flower, Call another a weed? Both petals and stems Grew from dirt and seed.
Tag: flowers
Pollen and Petals
They float on the air To tickle a nose The sweetest notes From the bud of a rose Enriched with jasmine And apple blooms A bit of sweet pea And pampas grass plumes Planted with love As bluebirds softly sing About the goodness The spring garden brings Pollen and petals And butterfly wings
Drunken Dirt
It was on the banks Of the rushing stream Where wild mosses grew Plush, damp, and green That a tiny yellow bud Began to flirt Peeking a sunny head From drunken dirt Unwilling to wait For the sun to rise Higher and higher In a summer sky Singing birds confirmed Spring had arrived
Awakened
In the depths of darkness A secret lies in wait Hidden but a moment Soon to reveal its fate After days covered By dirt and mud These necessary evils Create a perfect bud That will soon blossom For all to see Awakened by the sunshine A spring flower soon will be
Tigers and Dragons, Oh My!
Tiger lily stands tall And lets out a roar Reminding all He will not be ignored; At the first sight of orange And black spots and stripes All the flowers bow down To this predator’s might; He’s the fiercest in the garden Showing no regard For the solitary rose Or daisy army in the yard;… Read More Tigers and Dragons, Oh My!
Flowers
Picked from the dirt Right where they grow Arranged in a vase On long stems for show; Petals plucked And counted one by one Blooms pressed between pages Or neatly hung; As keepsakes dried With memories, inside A flower left alone Will beautify outside; Decorating the land And pleasing the eye Scenting the air From… Read More Flowers
Signature
Fill your life with color That will seep into all your days Blending away the blues And smudging out the grays; Make your finished portrait A collection of each day Stretched across a canvas A scene, ready to display; As artwork, you’ve completed Through blood, sweat and tears Only truly finished When your signature appears
Blessing
A blessing for all Weary eyes to see Is the beauty beheld In the buds on a tree; Clusters of hope That hold secrets inside Of the sweet taste of pear More time will provide
Hidden
Hidden Just out of view Work’s being done To make all things new Hidden Under the snow Last Summer’s blooms Will have new color to show Hidden Beneath the ground Once frozen roots Start to rebound Hidden By Winter’s sting Is the promise of life Fulfilled each year by Spring
Sunflower Bliss
A sunny day To push the blues away And get lost in a field Of sunflower bliss; Where happiness and dreams Show on sun-kissed faces While the balmy breeze Ruffles and chases; The worker bees And our troubles away
Jessica M. Collette 
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