Next to lemon thyme,
I laid the peas,
snuggled up to the neighbor’s fence,
encouraged to climb.
In my garden gloves,
tendrils snapped.
I’ll plant the dill
with bare hands.
Poetry Writing Month and Beyond
Next to lemon thyme,
I laid the peas,
snuggled up to the neighbor’s fence,
encouraged to climb.
In my garden gloves,
tendrils snapped.
I’ll plant the dill
with bare hands.
