general, Poetry

Day 11 ProlificPulse Mo Po: Capture the essence of a specific season or time of year in your poem.

Can it Be © arlene s bice

Along the roadsides dressed with hangings of wisteria
bunched together turning drab trees of sticks and bones
into scenes of beauty, heavy in the air is the musky scent,
it wafts in the window as I whizz by the fields, now green
never too busy am I, to ignore often passed over charm
can you possibly not feel or know the season revealed

Photo by Annie Spratt=unsplash

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