Wild Garden
Feeder cloistered in ferns
Wrapped with new green tendrils
Caressed in mellow winds
Bring the birds to snuggle in
Wildflowers bowing in grace
Some tilted to the sun
Some are brand new
Greying grass
Drying from the top
Waiting for a wisp of wind
So they can drop
A pine tree or two
Thrusting up
To get a view
Copyright © Kim Stone | Year Posted 2025
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