National Poetry Month, Day 12: Poem 12 Sonnet 6

Sonnet 6

Passing Fancy

Narcissus, aren’t you running a bit late?
I feel your season is quite nearly past.
The hour’s long gone for when we set our date.
Take this reminder: spring doesn’t last.

The azaleas are all but faded;
the dogwoods, too, have lost their bloom.
I know my words sound a bit jaded,
but you can’t expect our joy to resume.

The grass has grown a bit too long;
you coyly wink at me from its depths.
You’re coming on a little strong—
our love has taken its last breaths!

And still your loving charms do entice…
though your concept of time isn’t precise.
Photo and poem copyright 2025 Michelle Garren-Flye

National Poetry Month, Day 11: Poem 11 Haiku 6

Haiku 6

neighbor’s daffodils
like stars in a dark green sky
feels late in season
Photo and poem copyright 2025 Michelle Garren-Flye

National Poetry Month, Day 10: Poem 10 Sonnet 5

Sonnet 5

Spring Peace

In spring, find peace in forgetting it all
while you gaze up into the greening trees;
ignore it when the cares of the world call—
just replace your worries with dreams.

Surely this is what life is supposed to be:
comfort, ease, sun, blue sky and soft grass.
Tell me, were we not made to be free
to enjoy this life and sit on our ass?

But no, the stock market is in free fall
and the world never seems to be at peace.
We’re held, it seems, in misfortune’s thrall—
we seek death until it grants us release.

If only the rest of the world could see what I see
when I lay on my back and look up at a tree.
Photo and poem copyright 2025 Michelle Garren-Flye

National Poetry Month, Day 9: Poem 9 Haiku 5

Haiku 5

spring sunlight filters
through heavenly green ceiling
my daydreams catch up
Photo and poem copyright 2025 Michelle Garren-Flye

National Poetry Month, Day 8: Poem 8 Sonnet 4

Sonnet 4

In the Field

Look at my yard, see all the weeds;
it takes no time at all for them to grow.
Surprising because I sowed no seeds—
’tis aggravating! I don’t want to mow!

But look, sprinkled in, the yellow and pink
blooms well loved by butterfly and bee.
They stop awhile to get a quick drink;
it’d be a shame to deny them their glee.

I’ll put off the chore until tomorrow,
and instead join the insects in the field.
Forget the weeds, the troubles and sorrow;
when I look at the flowers my soul is healed.

Seldom ever is there a field of waste—
Beauty will grow in the same place.

National Poetry Month, Day 7: Poem 7 Haiku 4

Haiku 4

pink and yellow blooms
spring up all over my yard
is it time to mow?
Photo and poem copyright 2025 Michelle Garren-Flye

National Poetry Month, Day 6: Poem 6, Sonnet 3

Sonnet 3

Healing Night

Night falls over my little home
and stars poke out from the sky.
Clouds cover moon with gentle foam;
traffic silenced, I hear the treefrog cry.

Peace is what I seek this night—
I want quiet, just a little break.
Warm velvet replaces spotlight:
comforts, soothes, relieves the ache.

In spring it is easy to find peace
in the warm, calm hours of eventide.
Look beyond the flowers and trees
to the stars and moon in the sky outside.

Let go of the fears and unease you feel;
allow your heart-deep cracks to heal.
Photo and poem copyright 2025 Michelle Garren-Flye

National Poetry Month, Day 5: Poem 5, Haiku 3

Haiku 3

Primal spring nightfall
Over my house and garden
Stars stab cirrus clouds
Photo and poem copyright 2025 Michelle Garren-Flye

National Poetry Month Day 4: Poem 4, Sonnet 2

The Lonely Clover

Brooding clover, left all alone
Where did your friend, Mr. Bee, go?
Did he suck your nectar and take it home?
Was all his devotion just for show?

Fear not, you’ll find another bee!
The sky is full of bumbling insects;
they’re buzzing in every nook and tree—
solving your problem isn’t complex.

Abandonment can’t make beauty fade—
in fact sometimes it causes it to grow!
Maybe take a rest here in the shade,
and when you’re ready, you will know.

We can only defend ourselves from strife
if we wish to continue living our life.
Photo and poem copyright 2025 Michelle Garren-Flye

National Poetry Month Day 3: Poem 3, Haiku 2

(This titling thing I’m doing is gonna get complicated!)

Haiku 2

bee clings to clover
bumbles through spring’s new blossoms
vernal blessings thrive
Photo and poem copyright 2025 Michelle Garren-Flye