Transformangel

Look down an empty road

Imagine what is there

A girl with golden hair

Bags filled with seeds

As she picks up a stick

She looks for places bare

Her seeds for planting there

Knowing they’ll grow

Springing up everywhere

Coloring empty space

Turning a barren place

Into a field

©2021 Annette Rochelle Aben

3 responses to “Transformangel

  1. What a great poem, Annette.

    Liked by 1 person

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