Best Mulch Poems
I am now
In the midst
of shaping shifts
into riddled bits
of cryptic myths
with oracular mist
from a mystical rift.
For the day
that I intrinsically
invisibly exist.
Born unto a family
of late blooming wizards
in supernatural asylums
with majickal wand bombs
and glistening crystal scissors.
I will turn that leaf—
No matter what’s underneath,
Till nothing is left—
But the skin of my teeth.
Isn’t it weird how I disappeared?
Approaching the park, I smelled a smell;
My senses knew it rang a bell.
A whiff said pine, a Christmas scent
But Christmas came and Christmas went.
And then I saw a giant pile,
A pile of mulch, which made me smile,
For every single chopped-up tree,
I’m certain, had a pedigree
And decorated someone’s room
With ornaments and tart perfume
And gifts beneath the branches piled
To thrill each woman, man and child.
Yet once discarded, all that pine
Still serves in Nature’s grand design,
To feed the soil and fill the air
With fragrance quite beyond compare.
Leaves mulch to refresh the podzolic earth.
Cold air stimulates buttercups and crocus bulbs
Children pray for an elusive snow day!
The winter brings in the new year, refreshing life.
Avian migration brings new visitors to the bird feeder.
Warm drinks can be enjoyed...again.
For the Let It Snow-Winter contest by Constance LaFrance
Do the western USA people ever hear the word pogonip?
Putting Out My Brown Hardwood Mulch
Grass was old and would wither;
Four yards of mulch did deliver;
Pure delight;
To see invite;
Now enjoyment a great giver.
Jim Horn
President no more
while we had been waiting for
who next is in store
morning seems so still
made by God who always will
all our lives fulfil
heard cardinal call
now spring and no longer fall
from tree which is tall
God is never late
we always appreciate
knowing our each fate
more mulch may put down
made of hard wood and dark brown
smile and no longer frown
way America will lead
profits do stampede
which is what we need
what we have to do
is no justice without truth
which is what God say
when we are prepared
let Jesus be our savior
will forever more
chipped wood made useful
flower beds bring out colors
blooming spring flowers