Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Nasturtium Poem.

This is a poem I wrote about a Nasturtium flower in the garden of Emily Dickinson.

A sea of green.
Round boats floating still.
Bright white veins fan out like spokes.
Spokes on the circular wheel in a mill.
One leaf the lowest is held down by dew.
A sea of ships without a crew.
Bees buzz merrily over the sea.
Shaded by a majestic oak tree.
The sun shines down the light is mellow.
Next to the house whose bricks are yellow.