Short Poems

               

June is busting out.

All over? Nothing ends

in nature.  Life goes on.

 

Clouts cast, now exiled

to wardrobe’s nether regions

there to hibernate.

 

Midsummer night. Dream?

Perchance.  Shuffles off to bed

in mortal curlers.

 

Glut of slugs?  Plant beer.

If only it would bear fruit

Summer miracle.

 

peony parades

pink petals, pale perfection

proud, passionate plumes

 

First published in ‘Reach Poetry’

 

 

 

 

 

 

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