Ward Off! Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

It is past mid May; gardens now have a colorful display.
Tonight the temperature may dip, much to my dismay.
Frost warnings are flashing disaster upon the TV screen.
Hurriedly, I’m gathering shielding containers to intervene.

A variety of inverted flower pots ward off what prevails.
Joining the brigade are ceramic crocks, and plastic pails.
Hopeful tomato, pepper and squash plants resist defeat.
A floral bed is gently covered beneath a discarded sheet.

Mr. Frost, bring it on… your freezing bite is now toothless.
Your cruel, cold-blooded surge will no longer be ruthless.
When the dark frozen vapors turn into the warmth of day
The makeshift guardian array will be thankfully put away.