On Friday's walk -- the vivid yellow
of dandelions enhanced by the purple
of spring violets, one neighbor's lawn
a riot of preemptive weeds.
We passed any number of lawns that day,
their soft green velvet a tribute
to hard work, abundant rain, and Round-Up.
Yet the only lawn that moved me
was the weedy one, the effortless beauty
of a complementary color wheel.
This draft poem was loosely inspired by the NaPoWriMo prompt for April 21.
the raven's eye 
Nature makes ‘her’ own demands… but not all humans listen.
Unfortunaltely some plants do not agree with me so some do need to be ‘tamed’.
Preemptive weeds. That is a wonderful phrase.
great stuff, and you’re closer to the prompt than I am, for sure…