Here is one I wrote earlier! Yes, this is a bit of a cheat, but time-wise it's all against me again. Today's prompt is to write about flowers. Well, this is near enough. This poem goes back to the time I worked part time at the local hospital (clerical side). I'm afraid there was a lot of staring out of the windows and writing of poetry (as happened in a couple of jobs!). This tree stood outside the window and I wrote about it often!
Spring Willow
As spring sneaks in
catkins cling
limpet-like,
vying for
attention. Like little children
they encircling
her, following
as she bends and
sways.
Soon they will blossom
and mature, leave
on the whim of the
wind.
Once more she’ll be
alone.
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