A Pacific Northwest native, I have been writing poetry over 40 years. My poems reflect a woman’s journey through the later years, with recurring themes of loss and renewal.
on my knees
soaking wet on the south side
of the house.,
I tip them
from their pots,
breathe in the smell
of compost with its
dead debris, promise
they will flourish
this year, not turn
pale and shed their fruit
for lack of sun,
tuck them gently in their beds,
rain drips from
feathered leaves,
I pinch away
the lowest ones
before I set them
in the ground,
new roots will grow
from these fresh wounds.
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Thank you for the lovely memories!
Lovely!