sated with summer’s breath
heralding winter’s shudder
in seeded graceful death.
sated with summer’s breath
heralding winter’s shudder
in seeded graceful death.
The zinnia is a patient flower,
enduring insults by the hour.
The finches yank her petals fair,
and spit the petals anywhere
after they’ve guzzled the seeds.
Then a bee has a thought
of a little zinnia merlot
but he overdoes
can’t even buzz
and
sidewards
bemoans his intemperate deeds.