25 March 2017

Haiku 2017/84

beneath these grey clouds
cheerful yellow oxalis
is choking the lawn


Unknown said...

A poem about my archenemy, the oxalis. Even when everything is covered in plastic, they still come up around the edges of the yard. I hate that they're kind of pretty.

Patrick J. Vaz said...

You mentioned oxalis to me just a few hours after I posted this one. But I was already thinking of you.

Honestly, I don't mind oxalis. It's not as if I have a beautifully manicured garden that is being encroached upon.