Lost Seedlings

A came across
lost seedlings,
abandoned in a musty
bin of a garage.

Then heard
a meek mist pleading,
"Oh fern soil, praise them
with your yard."

Douse kaleidoscope
cool droplets,
those days
scorched furnace dark;

And clover-cove
when frigid snow
abrades
their glinting spark.

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Routh

Commented Jul 12, 2023, 5:56:54 AM

I do appreciate the imagery you get into your poems. This one has some great ones like “Douse kaleidoscope, cool droplets”.

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