Peaches and Poems
Not really sure what it’s all about
Try as I may, nothing comes out
It will return; I haven’t a doubt
In the meantime, I’ll give out a shout
Working a lot on the humble abode
Fixing up potholes out on the road
Once gushing words, to a trickle I’ve slowed
One day again, the muse will explode
Seems when I’m tired, needing the bed
Nothing much rattles inside my head
And when it does, it’s better not said
So I’ve spent my time rowing instead
Sorry to be such a stranger these days
Just don’t seem able to find the right phrase
Likely I’m just going through a dry phase
All in good time, lift hands in praise
Just when it seems everything’s breezin’
In comes a front; fruit trees are freezin’
The Good Book says, there’s always a reason
Peaches and poems, each have their season
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2023
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