Weeds
A slight blanket of clovers
and minute flowers
bloomed overnight
under the tree by my window.
It's a shame the guy
with the lawnmower
decided they were weeds.
I sneezed my discontent
26 times last count.
2 Reader Comments
I feel your beautiful words lay waist, as the mowers blades cut down autumns grace.
Outstanding as always Anna my friend
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09/24/2022
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