Weeds
Two weeds are sprouting
Reaching for the light of day
Sometimes, competing
The new Spring garden
Draws the gardener outside
The spade is in hand
The manicured ground
Prepared for this production
Opens up to all
Seedlings do rebel
They strive for their own places
The best spots to grow
Every one risking
The battle for their own lives
Straining upward now
The underground dance
Gyrating and pushing up
Wanting the applause
Life's metaphors blur
Are we battlers or dancers?
Every season tells
Copyright © Karen Price | Year Posted 2010
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