The chittering Crickets were hidden deep, ‘neath fairytale canopy of Dead Nettle & Chickweed,
There the Bee hums over their tiny forest, a dancer of Meadow’s flower,
Grace between Comfrey & Dandelion, then lost at last they dangling cling,
To the Snake’s bowed sunlit head, for the rare nectar of Fritillary’s sweetly hidden face…
by D.N. Read2024©?
Categories:
chickweed, nature,
Form: Free verse
When did grass become a religion?
The perfect green, weed-free lawn
The goal of every homeowner?
Whole companies now exist solely
To maintain this suburban vision
With “lawn control” fertilizers and
A multitude of weed killer sprays,
In the process destroying habitat
And poisoning butterflies and the bees
We need for pollination of fruits,
Vegetables and a host of flowering plants.
Constant watering depletes reserves
And wastes our precious resource.
Hail to those who have dandelions
And chickweed growing in their lawn
Or those who plant native grasses
And hardy local plants and flowers.
Hurrah for those who opt for vegetable
Gardens in the place of lawns and who
Plant shrubs and flowers that attract
and nurture the elements of nature.
Categories:
chickweed, environment, nature,
Form: Free verse
Growing weeds are any gardener's abomination.
My lawn mower appears to want to stay in hibernation.
I can't seem to get the old motor to run.
This is frustrating, and making me come undone.
The municipality says the grass is too high today.
They threaten to send a summons and fine my way.
I want to exterminate all the dandelions and chickweed.
Crabgrass and wild onions are also things I don't need.
There are other undesirable things on the lawn like clover.
They have proliferated themselves just about all over.
What I want is a nice thick green lawn.
When that is accomplished, my life can go on.
Categories:
chickweed, garden, green, spring,
Form: Rhyme
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walk down a spring woodland glade, wildflowers
early spring, old buddies, dandelions,
where fairies hide from early spring showers.
snowdrops, daffodils, chickweed companions.
another day, spring moving on, primrose
on shady banks, wood sorrel will follow.
now into the woods proper, bluebells pose,
a breeze, they ring, a fore trees shadow.
hazel on the woodland edge, their lambs tails,
male flowers, dominate females, tiny
bright red flowers, there sight, delighting males.
a breeze, pollination complete, timely.
spring now nearly done, the meadow beckons,
wildflowers, natures hallucinations!
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Inspired by Agnes Kramp
Categories:
chickweed, nature, spring,
Form: Sonnet
Torn and tattered leaning in disrepair
up on tiptoes little eyes want to know
lost with flying forms of trepidation
hiding memories one cant let go
Hand painted soldiers with drips of white
once straight arrows pointed to the sky
plastic suitcases meticulously strewn about
cloistered chickweed climb making daffodils cry
Stone crumbles under small weathered frowns
dreams of the next Simone laid to rest
tall grass softens another fateful fall
escaping a sharpened prowess put to the test
Sights plighted a place most aristocracy fear
but bubble gum giggles are often heard
the dirt and dust so easily brushed off
a fortress full of fantasy in world that's blurred
Categories:
chickweed, hope, poverty,
Form: Rhyme
Dockworkers on strike, the ocean gray
and choppy. Wind whips the rigging
of a sailing ship with its weathered hag –
figurehead once lovely in a gentler
age. What Time weaves of us. A line
from memory flits to places farther
inland, when you were younger, every-
thing graced with light: the rain,
the chickweed, and the burdock leaf.
Tomorrow, another ship comes in.
Categories:
chickweed, life
Form: Free verse
Chickweed
and groundsel
fuul of flower-
nture's promise saves
the hour.
Categories:
chickweed, animals, food, nature
Form: Cinqku