another spring
confirmed
my need to leave
here
lives of loves
were dashed
in spring
and now
now
I cannot smell the sweet acacia
see the lupine blooms
without recalling
death
and toxin’s spread
that comes with spring
Inspired by real events, and Isadora’s out of standard prompt at IGwRT
Fig Season © Kim Nelson
I yearned to stay ’til fig season,
Reaped due of labors spent
Tasted ripe and succulent fruit
Learned again to be content
But
If I had stayed ’til fig season
I never would have left
And so
No tooth could sink into that flesh
.
Ruffled Poppy
Original Watercolor © Kim Nelson
I AM poppy seeds
just
below the surface
as things heat up
I break open
unfurl
arch
push through
rise
growing fuller, stronger, brighter
before finally
bursting forth in bloom
* This painting is long gone, but there are more here
Dandelion by Maria Sibylla Merian
A discussion of weeds, taking place in the garden:
It’s a weed. Pluck it
But to me
It’s salad greens
Packed with minerals, nutrition
It’s a weed. Pull it out.
If we’re patient, you’ll see
It’s a wildflower, bright pink, free
from conformation
It’s a weed. Hoe it down.
Now it’s clear
I see
That we see
Life differently
like a ripening fig
ruddy-colored, aglow
she emanates
light from within
fecund, fruitful and fine
helpmate, mother, divine
blessed be
she
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