I’ve invested seed money,
believing in the ABC’s:
asters yield deep purple;
balloon flowers top charts;
cosmos caps capture interest.
Incented, content, I sniff,
blessed by return kindness.
My shareholder butterfly straw
glugs from milkweed constellations.
Wreaths, bouquets, cinnamon fields
of carnations — priceless wealth.
Today when I dropped off borrowed materials and picked up the new batch, I decided to take a few packets of seeds from my library branch’ seed bank. Usually I go for the vegetables but this year am going for the flowers. Merril’s prompt is a perfect synchronicity!
Merril is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille. Merril says:
Write a poem of exactly 44 words, using the word seed.