Sunday’s Weed looks up to Heaven in praise of the gifts we have received and the freedom from doubt that enables us to accept them. We have day warming sunrises…
Tuesday’s Weed pulls herself up and is determined to make a difference. She went back to work yesterday and got a bit prickly, unhappy with the resistance she’d felt. But…
Monday’s weed goes back to work and gets thorny. The weekend’s respite from scratching to make a living and move forward ended way too soon, and so you get all…
Free weed that I am, I turn to you and look. I watch you, curious about what you do, who you are, and what you dream of. I’d like to…
The explorer never abandoned his post. He was reliable and trustworthy. He always worked diligently on the right task at the right time. If you knew where he was supposed…
The cattails by the river hold the water captive at their roots and do not let it flow down stream. The blackened weeds fell flat when their promise of green…
My eyes are on the tangles, the forces that interrupt, the sticks that bump and budge and intertwine, that cut off each other from being free. Why must there be…
With every inch of my being I ache to grab onto something that will complete me. I see what is before me and so I reach for it, this bit…
The weed-pals had been friends for as long as they could remember and they were united by their love of the outdoors. They’d not had too many adventures to brag…
Weeds who are city dwellers have different playgrounds to play in than their country cousins. They can make a park out of an empty abandoned lot that the locals might…
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