Tuesday, March 2, 2021

IN EMILY’S GARDEN


Imagine Emily alone in a white room 
wrestling with words.
Sunlight seeps in through lace curtains
The garden beckons, spring unfurls its finery,
seeking the warmth of the sun.
Emily tends to her garden and her words take root
in the depths of the soul, to offer solace
and nourishment during these darkest of times.

Here, amidst the pale greenery of midwinter,
Orange blossoms struggle to reach
     the secret heart of the sun.
Poppies remind the sun of its filial duty to return
Every year, relentless time. The wheel of the year.

3/2/21

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