I'm currently waiting to hear back from a pitch I made to a literary agent in February. While it is maddening, wondering, waiting, and rehearsing scenarios, I continue to tap into my creative side. I haven't attempted writing a poem in what seems like forever. But this little flower touched my with a tint of whimsy and I couldn't resist.
Yellow primrose wild and sweet
I dare not tread you with my feet
Along the sandy paths you grow
And wake in evening's tender glow
Your fragile petals soft and bold
Help the dunes together hold
A candy treat for ardent bees
With each new morn you drift to sleep
Yellow primrose wild and sweet
You make me smile each time we meet
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