What I’m Made Of

Thanks for the fun prompt, Natalie Kinsey! I wrote this poem for fun two years ago, on January 9, 2017. Just re-found it. Forgot to publish it. Whoops. Since it still rings true, seems worth publishing now… What I’m Made Of I am made almost entirely of...

The pull of springtime and the Borg

bees up to their knees in swollen pollen tulips rise kiss the day apples blossom giggle, blush and run away frogs harmonize in undirected choir damp soil winks to beckon seed earth preens her baby greens nudges buds from ground’s nest puddles twirl feet to lure...