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Spring is coming

even to my narrow

little valley

I can tell because the post office

is delivering seed catalogs

and  silence

the local vehicle of discussion

When people think you’ve erred

somehow their lives get larger,

Silent when you enter the room


Still, there’s a sadness

when seeds don’t come to

attention – straight and narrow

on the first or second try outside

Blindly swinging at weather

that isn’t there

 

No shame in a tear shed

As the seedling is brought back inside

put at the table (yet again) to feast

on the love and attention

it failed to imbibe in its rush

to bloom

 

Inside provides the walls the structure

that can now tame my seed’s

“pathological enthusiasm” –

the stuffing of too much life in soil

too lightly tilled

 

My Seedling:

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Come inside where it’s warm

Do not regret your seed-time

Just learn – reall

Spring is coming

 

Seed catalogs

brighten winter’s gloom

Leafing the pages I await

you

Your authentic unrushed bloom

Promises from my garden

Promises from my garden

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