My yard is overGrown
Stalks of green r--eaching up
towards the unfathomable blues

seedy dandelions taunt me,
flaunt their aged crowns at me

deep, drooping
roses
colored in sunset hues
beckon for a chat within its perfumes

Flower seeds  
(now, post-sprout)
grew
smirk
          at me
nestled between the
raging crowd of fresh weeds

"Well, adieu to you soon," me thinks.

Dew drops wink at me
charmed from up above the leaves
of my little mulberry tree



Our apple tree is barren once more
I blame the squirrels
they ate all of her fawn,
the oranges', too

yet why do I judge:
our orange tree is Stubborn


Hopefully the promises of rain
will
free you up,
stubborn one

or
maybe
we
need more gifting,
more fertilizer
and a tiny
                       bit more of love