The garden is the poor man’s apothecary. ~German proverb

Patch of wildflowers

I

really

expected

nothing to grow

from this free packet

of seeds someone sent me.

I’d planted free seeds before

and not a single thing came up —

not one weed, no grasses, no flowers.

Blessed is she who expects nothing, right?

Imagine my surprise when I saw these

new beauties popping through the black soil!

First the leaves, followed by flowers —

one pink, one white, one orange —

and there are more to come,

judging by the buds.

A miracle

of nature

appears

here.

Note: This poetic form is a Double Etheree.