from cold draft
to cradled lamp light
i (too) am impatient
for passing of northern wind
shreding black-tarred maple
leaves to leather-rust
earth
plots seedpod, rebulbs tubers
(sleep)
womb of possibilities-
green fingerlings, pink-sunlit crowns,
petals bee-trimmed in mediterranean
hues-
unperturbed by winter's breath
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, Poem Those Possibles, hosted by De Jackson. Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.
Oh we have those plants indoors since a long time... we just have to wait and let them rest in their cool light haven. I wonder if there is a place for humans as well to rest....
ReplyDeleteThis is exquisitely drawn, Grace. Winter is such a challenging time as we get accustomed to the blowing winds.. love the image of "pink-sunlit crowns,petals bee-trimmed in mediterranean hues- unperturbed."💝💝
ReplyDeleteGrace, you know I loves me some parentheses! Such a fantastic spill of words here, and so visual. I love when 44 words feels like so much more, as is the case here. Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteHow comforting to think of the Earth as the 'womb of possibilities' storing up delights through winter to emerge in the spring ��
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely lovely Grace!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the use of space and parentheses in this poem, Grace, and love the care taken with the potted plants. I was especially drawn to the lines:
ReplyDelete‘shredding black-tarred maple
leaves to leather-rust’
and
‘womb of possibilities-
green fingerlings, pink-sunlit crowns,
petals bee-trimmed in mediterranean
hues-
unperturbed by winter's breath’.
I love the parenthetical sleep and the "womb of possibilities"--the wait for spring to return.
ReplyDeleteLoving the title....and the use of parentheses as only you can....the repotting of plants, the impatien flowers and the impatient you. :)
ReplyDeleteMoving plants indoors....ah but mother earth (that womb) is so much better for the plants..but if we put some of her into the pots, will that not suffice?
Very beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI love that you thought and wrote of impatiens
ReplyDeleteJust today I rearranged all the plants and put in newly bough plant lights to help them survive during the winter.
ReplyDeleteMaybe I should read them your poem as I say goodnight, absolutely loved it! 💖
you take gardening to a whole new level of aesthetics in this poem
ReplyDeleteHappy Monday
Much💝love
Bow if we could just get someone to pick us up and lovingly place us some place warm and safe until Spring!! Lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteI love "hues unpreturbed by winter`s breath" a beautiful poem!
ReplyDeletewonderful work, Grace.
ReplyDeleteWonderful waiting on the "womb of possibilities", Grace!
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of being transplanted to somewhere with heat and lots of light for the winter. I like your light touch of, "green fingerlings, pink-sunlit crowns,"
ReplyDeleteI took a walk today and all the fall splendor has faded away. Perhaps, I needed some potted plants to make me feel alive.
ReplyDeleteThe bare winter ground is full of possibilities waiting for Spring! Well done grace!
ReplyDeleteLove your selection of words G
ReplyDeleteyou captured the hope brought by each passing season, Grace. i am (too)impatient
ReplyDeleteThis hints at, then offers, possibilities right from the beginning. Well done.
ReplyDeleteI love the "womb of possibilities." Gorgeous spinning of words.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely, as lovely as I am certain your plants will be after a winter indoors. Enjoy them ....
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful, Grace. As always, I am in awe of the word picture you paint.
ReplyDeleteLove the description of the plants, as well as the use of parenthesis.
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