Tagged: spring

stacking cucumbers

every year, dad prunes

every year, dad prunes
mama’s azalea bushes
carefully so that

they become perfectly rounded
buns well before mother’s day
.
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the first of may slides

the first step towards

in the tapestry

in the tapestry
of spring, we are new weavers,
tempted to tuck and

pull on loose strands, hesitant
until we find our pattern
.
20210416:2020
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in the spring brambles

in the spring brambles
of our hearts, we feel new and
hesitant, second-

guessing our capacity
to carry more than just this
.
20210413:2102
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two days before we

finally, spring is

finally, spring is
peeking over the hedges, and
you have decided

to give up, let go, peel away
from this corporal suffering
.
20210330:2057
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the promise of spring

cutting back winter’s

cutting back winter’s
bamboo to make room for growth –
spring has a funny

way of saying hello, armed
with snow, rain, shears, and shovel
.
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