Little Sprout#
Oh, little sprout, the forest sleeps
in arid ground now cursed by drought.
Across the land, the desert sweeps,
oh, little sprout.
Your boldness lacks a water spout
but hidden root in darkness steeps
the moisture buried deep in doubt.
The dream of Spring nobody keeps
ascends in stems so small and stout
when mourning sky beholding weeps,
oh, little sprout.
August 2025
Date |
Publication |
Status |
|---|---|---|
August 12, 2025 |
Scribeworth |
Pending |
August 12, 2025 |
Poet’s Choice |
Pending |
August 15, 2025 |
Baltimore Review |
Pending |
August 16, 2025 |
Missouri Review |
Pending |
August 22, 2025 |
Palette Poetry |
Pending |
August 22, 2025 |
Willows Wept Review |
Pending |
August 25, 2025 |
32 Poems |
Pending |
August 26, 2025 |
Gavialidae |
Pending |
September 6, 2025 |
Funicular Magazine |
Pending |