Crisp, or: Fresh

A limerick

I sow d'Verse prompts in my garden
But I feel that I must beg your pardon.
For my rows are of keys
That yield green abc's
Though my gardenin's really quite ardent.

A d’Verse prompt

Poetics: Garden(ing)

Today at d’Verse, we were prompted to engage in garden poetry writing.

Write about your own, your neighborโ€™s, or your cityโ€™s garden โ€“ or one that only exists in your imagination. Write about harvest, growth, decay โ€“ wherever the word โ€œgardenโ€ takes you.

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