Innocent

August 19, 2015

I eat daffodils in the dirt

Wearing my fancy dress

Wondering if it will rain

I am happy that I do not know it

I think back on that day

The love of antioxidants consumes me now

I don't think about the cranberry blooms

Or the beauty of the fresh apple

Something wrong with this poem?

Replies are closed for this poem.

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.