Gestation–A Poem in Process

…A poem about seasonal changes, changing and evolving…

I woke at dawn this morning and as I watered my thirsty gardens this poem came so easily, starting w/ “being present” and flowing into a memoried future dream:

Winter is getting seedy
cilantro becoming coriander 
demure parsley flaunting golden umbels on four-foot tall stems…
Spring has sprung!
fruit tree blossoms long gone to mulch
(except those strange persimmon flowers that are now setting fruit).
Now the buzz in the ‘hood is all about wildflowers and mesquite blossoms
and oh the colors of verbena and hollyhocks
a bit muted but wait a few weeks for the bold palette of summer
brazen hot pinks of zinnias next to dayglo orange tithonia!
We will devour sweet juicy melons, sweet corn a few steps from stalk to pot
the honey of ripe peaches dripping on your breasts
delicious late summer kisses…

I went to Small Stones–Writing Our Way Home, my FaceBook poetry forum, to post my rather long poem…on “Six Word Saturday”!  So I composed a bon mot of a 6-worder to excuse my long posting:

6-word saturday                   feeling/ too verbose/ for six words!              [will post what came from today’s dawn inspiration….

I proceeded to post my long poem, and instead of also attaching photographs as I usually do, I had the inspiration to break the “today’s observations” portion of the poem into 6-word stanzas, posting each separately with its photo, thus returning to the mindfulness intention of Small Stones  [Once again,you will need to view these w/ your head cocked to the left, as WordPress doesn’t make it easy to rotate photos–which were rightside up in my collection before I uploaded them here somehow 90 degrees tilted!]:

6-word saturday Act I

Winter
getting seedy
cilantro becoming coriander

Cilantro Becoming Coriander

6-word saturday Act II

demure parsley 
flaunts 
huge delicate umbels

First Parsley Umbels--IMG_0445

6-word saturday Act III         

strange persimmon flowers 
now setting fruit

Persimmon blossom fruitset

I may play further with this poem, perhaps creating a renga (series of haikus) to be similarly spare as my 6-worders but with more [struggling for word here….poetic pizzaz?]

Could be fun to switch mood w/ a limerick!

Probably more inclined to move on to the next flash of inspirtation!

What would be your choice if this were your poem?