Weeds Win by Diane Webster

Weeds rejoiced

when the house’s owners

stopped coming home.

Curious, they grew

and rejoiced again

when plywood covered

windows and doors,

but cautious too

they grew tendrils into cracks

and peered inside

the night-induced darkness.

No one home, no one coming home:

weeds owned the lot!

A part of the wooden fence fell

atop the festivities,

but no injuries reported

as weeds pushed out from underneath,

and the contest was on.

Highest, biggest, strongest weed wins! 

Diane Webster enjoys the challenge of picturing images into words to fit her poems.  If she can envision her poem, she can write what she sees and her readers can visualize her ideas.  Her work has appeared in "Better Than Starbucks," "Eunoia Review," Philadelphia Poets," and other literary magazines.