“December’s Ode to Withered Flowers”
By Mildred Alpern
December pulls no punches
It tells it to you straight
That winter is for dormancy
A quiet, silent wait
Gone your leaves and colored blooms
Remaining are your seeds
Bound to gauzy flossy threads
Waiting for a breeze
Oh, scruffy fluffy seeded balls
Wispy dusters too
Shake your strands and lift aloft
The wind will carry you
To a new and different spot
Where nascent seeds will grow
The winter brings sweet dreams and rest
Till springtime zephyrs blow
OMG! a poem that rhymes and that I can understand without too much trouble. Thanks.
One of the better poems cum illustrations here.
Thank you. The poem was lovely.
What a wonderful poem! Thank you.