With sheets that smell of pussy willow,
Pollinators are lured in by floral odors.
Roots are buried deep, tangling together underneath.
Fluffy white blossoms feel like silk against the skin,
Cool and soft to the touch.
Pink tulip buds relax and unfold,
Their smooth, delicate petals glistening with morning dew.
Delight shows in the gardeners’ flushed cheeks,
And with sweaty faces and sore limbs,
They admire the work that they have finished.
One looks out the window to see snow on the ground,
And they laugh together as they remember
That it is still Winter outside.
Author Bio:
Caitlyn Drumm is a twenty-seven-year-old college student from Southwest Michigan and has been writing for fourteen years. She works in a field that requires to her to type for a living, so writing is her passion in her professional life and personal life.
Caitlyn's primary focus in writing is to express positive sexuality and women’s body image as this is a subject near and dear to her heart.