Breeding Poem by Patricia Fritsche

Breeding



Stiletto

Roots

Give high rise view

Speared into

Ground



Dressed to kill

Heavy to bear on...



Only thing left

Bare in sight

Intentions loud



Coming on through

Dandelions happy

Speak up from wet and wild,



Yellow umbrellas

Gather momentum, again.

Sunday, March 10, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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