Sweet Massanetta Charm

Hanging basket

potted soil,

beneath dirty nails

shows gentle toil.

Geraniums bright purple,

primrose, kaleidoscope red.

Is it breeze or drought

that would droop their heads?

Dangling strands

of minty green,

beneath their movement

peace beckons me.

That I might sit

and stay awhile.

Have a quiet rock

on a porch that smiles.

 

LTM 7/26/23

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