june forecasts vi: coming rain with potential loss of wild
after sunrise
witnessed through heavy
cumulus clouds,
she moves westward
and is greeted by
another boisterous
purdy purdy purdy.
she settles
upon a wooden
periwinkle
swing,
near desire-colored roses—
wild, filled with rose hips.
she flaps up
onto a thin branch
above a crisp green
clump of clover,
trills at the woman
she now sees
come out
the dark box.
not her again!
with pruners and gloves!
why can’t she just
let all this be?
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A real tweet!
I mean–
A real treat!
I can feel everything growing and anticipating the inevitable: change.
Appreciate the humor at the end, too.
It’s hard work, gardening! And not just physically hard.
Thanks for all this.
I like this quite a bit. Great diction, use of space. Inviting poem.
I do love the bird’s commentary at the end, “why can’t she just / let all this be?” Yes, why can’t we all just? I really do like how you’ve woven your garden into your poems. Nice work.
Wild formatting, Michele! But it works here.
Great vignette. I like how the stanzas and lines appear blown by the wind.
The formatting works really well. The first half of this is the best part.
You’re so creative, Michele. Love the format and the message.