April Pity

Pity the guts of the crocus,
smashed to the ground by wet snow,
ruined before bees could arrive.
Do not take it lightly, this small death,
as the blue sky looks on
and shudders.

Today’s prompt at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads was to write a poem of 100 words or less, incorporating a group of four words (with a few groups to choose from). I chose pity, guts, crocus, and blue.


9 thoughts on “April Pity

  1. willow88switches says:

    the guts of the crocus – yes, pity – so strong and bold –
    as I’ve said to you (I think, I hope so) I really enjoy your style and imagination. 🍃

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