Lost Seedlings Poem by Lissette J. Garcia

Lost Seedlings



I came across
lost seedlings,
abandoned
in a musty bin of a garage.

Then heard
a meek mist pleading,
'Oh fern soil, praise them with your yard.'

Douse kaleidoscope
cool droplets,
those days
scorched furnace dark;

And clover cove
when frigid snow
abrades
their glinting spark.

written on:
Feburary 26, 2023

Lost Seedlings
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