Change of Season

change of season

i contemplated Not
planting seeds this Spring
not singing Praise of
budding fruits,
forgetting my watering can
let come what may

but couldn’t turn away

from the Winter broccoli
sowed in the bleakest moment
of the shortest day

i would never Receive
what i was owed
what i sewed…

a quilt of nutrition
green flowers of the
Winter Sun and Rain

never savor the unique flavor
traced in the Roots of my hands
cast Iron pans
the voices of boys grown

an open Question

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J.Cinader says:

January 26, 2021 at 11:27 am

Wonderful new Poem!!!!

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1. Martha Mims says:
  
  January 27, 2021 at 9:39 am
  
  Thanks Mom!
  
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