It is past mid May; gardens now have a colorful display. <br />Tonight the temperature may dip, much to my dismay. <br />Frost warnings are flashing disaster upon the TV screen. <br />Hurriedly, I’m gathering shielding containers to intervene. <br /> <br />A variety of inverted flower pots ward off what prevails. <br />Joining the brigade are ceramic crocks, and plastic pails. <br />Hopeful tomato, pepper and squash plants resist defeat. <br />A floral bed is gently covered beneath a discarded sheet. <br /> <br />Mr. Frost, bring it on… your freezing bite is now toothless. <br />Your cruel, cold-blooded surge will no longer be ruthless. <br />When the dark frozen vapors turn into the warmth of day <br />The makeshift guardian array will be thankfully put away.<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ward-off/
