10.May.25

Hold a second before you come too close

As past here is pasture half foliose,

Topped with petaled pleasances that suppose

Sunny shades will ameliorate woes,

Even if springtime scents incite nose blows.

So, as long as you forsake scythes and hoes,

Welcome to where poems’ begins end prose. ; )

07.May.25

Tree’s hollow could not hold the last acorn placed and, so, a shower of seeds, upon finding field’s floor, sounded a call to neighbouring coveters, whose anticipated arrival spooked Sandy, an ochlophobist [now, on the run], even more so than the tumbling treats. ; )