Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt #328

Every spring my husband looks down at the young leaves pushing through the mulch and says, “Look at those weeds.”

Every spring I answer, “Those are not weeds. They’re brown eyed Susans.”

October daisy
Beloved perennial
A long term marriage
Through May mud or July dust
Weeds are just an opinion

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