Sunday, January 25, 2015

Stealth planter



Slyly she stole into their yard,
Under the sliver of moon.
Respecting the silence, she
Rejected an urge to
Erupt in a gleeful tune. She
Planted three hundred and
Twenty petunias
In colorful, harmonious rows;
The fragrance would waft right
Into their house. In the morning they would know
Of a loving someone who,
Under the sliver of moon,
Surprised them for their golden anniversary in June.

1 comment:

laura grace weldon said...

I feel as if I'm witnessing this gift being planted. Lovely.