on the wooden deck
bright green fading
to nearly yellow
white whispy flowers
popping from the top
as soil bakes
in the sun’s heat –
sapping fine flavor
and fragrance
from its leaves.
just what will I
put in my martini
now?
just what will I
put in my martini
now?
Copyright ©
2012 Nan P.
[Written for We Write Poems. We were asked this week to go about our day, pick an object we happen to see, and describe it in an unexpected way. No more. No less.]
2 comments:
I have a basil plant as well. Poor plant in this drought. I must take care of its water needs or the leaves shrivel. Well written poem.
That wry ending made me smile. Yes a fine poem, Nan.
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