Charles Henderson Poet Quatrain

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

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Robert Pettit January 17, 2011 at 8:26 PM There is a big farmer's market close to my residence. You describe the place well with your words and rhyming. Francine should like this one.

Sara Kendrick January 8, 2011 at 7:54 AM A Monk once wrote "If one has two loaves, sell one and buy Hyacinths for the soul"..Good one..Good luck in the contest..Sara

Nette Onclaud January 4, 2011 at 11:42 AM we overflow with markets here, charles and they ripple with spring's nifty air... such an exhillirating piece i feel i'm there in all the revelry... dazling! lots of winning wishes in the contest! :) nette

Constance La France January 4, 2011 at 6:12 AM I love this journey to the " farmers market" in my city we have such a market and in the first days of Spring everyone flocks there and yes I to "spend" way too much in my excitement for things "fresh", best of luck Chaz in the contest with this stunning portrait of Spring~~