Appearing Mysteriously Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Who planted weeds in my garden?
They did not leave a single trace
I see no footprints or tire tracks
Must've worn a mask…didn't see a face

With a keen eye…I am investigating
Plucking evidence with tweezer fingers
I see something strangely familiar...
clinging close to the ground... it lingers

In my foggy brain a melodious memory clicks
I saw these small fleshy leaves last year
Could it be…yes they are…tiny moss roses
Seems they had a secret plot…to reappear

Stubbornly... they are intent on propagating
Sowing seeds unnoticed… in full sun sight
I mustn't interrupt their determination to flower
I'll just let then be…their presence is a delight

Glad I recognized their cheerful disposition
I didn't show disrespect with a tug or bruise
Now I can smile with the knowledge that
soon their buds will burst with rainbow hues

9/26/09