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:
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
