Saturday, March 7, 2020

On my Mother’s Birthday

Inside all day today, 
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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