New Season

All the young poets that spit words in high school poetry slams, words introduced with "I just scribbled this, this morning" sadly do not know how the crafting reveals a poem.

Daffodil Bulb

Inhale
your past into the present
Let cultivars awaken

Let resilience bloom

from cold spells

daffodils
stalwart among the earliest of buttercups

anew and conspicuous

speech flowers

blanket the horizon

near 
neglected stone walls of poetry's cottages

distilled 
nectar tickles where sap healed wounds

A gardener’s memory

Adroop

As the cliché of age

Takes root

In a new season

Poems evolve ...

Daffodil

Inhaling, the past into the present

for a horizon to inhabit

cultivating our speech flowers

daffodils & buttercups

within the stone walls of poetry's cottages

blooming in seasons, imprinted

We call them poems

Erect, on white plains

It is the gardener’s memories, wilting

As the cliché of age

takes root

15 hours later after a complex day ---

Daffodil Bulb

inhale your past into the present

resilience blooms

from cold spells

daffodils stalwart among the earliest of buttercups

cultivars awaken

anew and conspicuous

speech flowers

blanket the horizon

near neglected stone walls of poetry's cottages

distilled nectar tickles where sap healed wounds

The gardener’s memories

Adroop

As the cliché of age

takes root

in a new season

A few days later ---

Daffodil Bulb

Inhale

your past into the present

Let cultivars awaken

Let resilience bloom

from cold spells

daffodils

stalwart among the earliest of buttercups

anew and conspicuous

speech flowers

blanket the horizon

near

neglected stone walls of poetry's cottages

distilled

nectar tickles where sap healed wounds

A gardener’s memory

Adroop

As the cliché of age

Takes root

In a new season