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.