Summer’s last hurrah
new leaves unfurl, unprepared
for September’s chill.
by Scooj
Summer’s last hurrah
new leaves unfurl, unprepared
for September’s chill.
by Scooj
Searching for sunlight
running roots crack through asphalt;
irrepressible.
by Scooj
Tight, fat and bloated,
September’s offering is
October’s desire.
by Scooj
Blackberry Sunday;
while I dig the potatoes,
they have all the fun.
by Scooj
Haven for worn legs,
withdrawn and blending into
an urban jungle.
by Scooj
Once green, now yellow,
wheat heads groan in windy gusts
longing for harvest.
by Scooj
Floret furnaces
laid out in regular rows
bursting with pollen.
by Scooj
When we turn our backs
nature advances and thrives.
Fortuitous niche.
by Scooj
Press on the window
curious about inside;
a relentless surge.
by Scooj
Wisteria leaves
press on the bathroom window;
a relentless surge.
by Scooj