Alone in the conservatory
Clipping, tidying
I rooted geranium
During the afternoon,
And as twilight came on
Fussed with scraggly parsley
An accommodating little
Bit of life, it
Flavored the winter,
Rosemary too
Ferns fared better this season,
Hibiscus settled into
The quiet light where they
Weather overwintering
Primordial, the blood and sap
Admix into releasing loam
As spring arrives in
Fits and starts, my
Every near-miss of spring-readying
An eternity, patchworking through
Into the coming bloom—
Tonight’s snow like lace.
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