Sunday, April 5, 2015
HAPPY SPRING - UNLESS IT'S AUTUMN
There's a poem in the breeze flying
encircling me with scent of desert trying
to be less different than the Spring of everywhere
colors explode demanding your stare.
The flowers here bloom but you musn't touch.
Their biting prickly guards know you won't like that very much.
Cute bunnies abound, you can see them all around
in fields of green and brown, bouncing like clowns,
so different from the chocolate kind kids eat,
first their ears then their feet.
Most peeps here are not yellow
with insides of mushy marshmallow.
They're colorful though sometimes grey
with a sweetness that makes them prey
the way nature designed its way
in deserts or luscious lands, revival of poetry
the moon, the sun, the stars recite for you and me.
(For Poets United.)