Sticks and Stones

Written by: Grace Williams

By trees and water the loveseat waits For wanderers' chance meeting there The outcomes will be the choice of fates As stories repeat in spring air We left the bench shaded by flower pots fair Round the loveseat the white trilliums bloom On rocks, in swamps, each face a star They fear not storms’ nor winter’s dark gloom No weak rose, they surmount forests' scars Spring's galaxy blooms in my sweet home so far
Written February 7th for the poetry contest english quintain a spring day