A Rattle in the Mimosa Tree
There’s a rattle in the Mimosa tree.
It’s only the pods yearning to be free.
Yesterday they were flowers pink,
Inhale their beauty and don’t think
Of winter when each will be pieces of fluff.
And later each to become these pods of noisy stuff.
Dream of their flight taken by wind
Seeking a place to rest and defend
A tiny space until spring is a friend
Where little seedlings are into made
A tree for someone else to enjoy their shade
poem by Donna
There’s a rattle in the Mimosa tree.
It’s only the pods yearning to be free.
Yesterday they were flowers pink,
Inhale their beauty and don’t think
Of winter when each will be pieces of fluff.
And later each to become these pods of noisy stuff.
Dream of their flight taken by wind
Seeking a place to rest and defend
A tiny space until spring is a friend
Where little seedlings are into made
A tree for someone else to enjoy their shade
poem by Donna
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