Blooms Gone Wild
along my street,
are nice, with their trees
bushes looking like bookends
for porch-front flowers, and beds of
stunning roses, bright tulips or small
decorative trees encircled by stones.
But I am more enthralled to see the yard
not so meticulously arrayed -
like an impressionist's painting.
A profusion of diverse
shapes and sizes. . . yellows,
oranges, and reds. . .
is sprayed across
it - lovely
Andrea Dietrich grew up in Iowa and now resides in Utah with a spouse and two cats. She has two grown children and six grandchildren. Having graduated BYU with a Spanish major/ESL minor, she has spent most of her adult life teaching. It wasn't until 2000 that she began writing in earnest and discovering her "niche" as a writer of lyrical poetry. The internet opened up a new world for her, and she has spent nearly a decade now participating in poetry clubs, acting as a judge of poetry contests for various magazines and for the website Shadow Poetry.