The Seedlings Whisper
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The seedlings whisper, oh dear one plant us
deep into the cool soil so we can grow and bloom
but little ones I reply- its too cold at night
for the north wind reaches out his frozen fingers
You must wait, but the seedlings demand
we want to feel the sun upon our petals
we want to see the blue sky
fine, I sigh- I will place your pots outside in the sun
Oh yes, please do it and so I do
and the seedlings joyfully reach up
soaking in the glorious sun and swaying in the breeze
one more week, my darlings and you will feel the soil
And then, your true beauty will unfold
and you will grow and grow and spread divine
from May to September in my little porch garden
until you fade away
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May 07, 2022
Poetry/Imagism/ Personification/The Seedlings Speak
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1454-137-07
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, A Brian Strand Premiere Choice
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 05/10/2022
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2022
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