Foresight

Some sweet peas still defy the frost.
A battle which will soon be lost,
Though they have battled valiantly
they can’t defeat their enemy.
Which kills each blossom one by one.
Quite soon the last one will be gone.
I pick the seed pods to be dried
and store them safe and warm inside.

When spring returns I will prepare
their seed bed with the greatest care
I will ensure it is weed free
and I will feed it thoroughly.
Before I plant my precious seed
So I am sure they will succeed.
and in due course produce for me
their pretty blooms abundantly.

20-Nov-07

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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