Farmers Market In Spring
Hanging baskets swing in sunshine.
Troves of lilacs everywhere.
Venders open down the line.
Boiling peanuts permeate fresh air.
Hundreds of flowers revel in beauty.
Some plain but many exotic.
So cheap of price, I feel it my duty.
To buy a few, and do, wouldn’t you know it.
Usually, too many, before I notice
how light my wallet gets, unless I use debit.
Then I’m looking for space in every crevice
of my car, truck or van; by then I’m on credit.
But what’s money. Usually gone, nothing to show.
Life is too short to not have some pleasure.
We're here for a while, then, too soon we go.
Satisfaction from beauty is the real treasure.
© Jan 2011 For Francine's "Bring on Spring" contest
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2011
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