After a storm

Sally gave me the words CRUSH, STORM, WHEN, NO, YES and I was super slow getting this poem written. (It’s been awfully busy in my household.) But here I am! Finally!

AFTER A STORM

nasturtiums photo copyright Rebecca Newman 2017After a storm, when you run through the garden,
crushed nasturtium leaves
smell strong and peppery,
snails hide under their green glowing canopy
where no-one can see.
Willy wagtails shake raindrops from feathers,
they swoop and play,
they call to each other —
Will you dance?
Will you dance?
Will you dance?

Yes! I will dance!
I will dance!
I will dance!

© REBECCA NEWMAN, 2017
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