Summer Poem: Spotted



Orange petal, spotted just so
reaching to morning sun. Flutter
of wind catches the eye; pollen
blows by, dropping questions
on your shoe.

You pause, pondering uncertainties,
beauty, the intersection, your
shoe. There are no answers, an
answer in everything. A bee
buzzes by.

Special flower, unique in the
ways you’ll never be, in all
the same ways you will always
be; same and different, fading
in the humidity.



Free Shipping on All Items! Shop Now!

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *