By Andrea Witzke-Slot
Seeds
Yesterday I wanted to plant flowers.
No. I wanted to plant seeds.
The ground was cold and hard.
A jackhammer was needed.
I threw my kernels over the ground,
Watched them scatter, roll stiffly in the wind.
From my window today, I see birds gather
in the ice-capped air, pecking in frenzy.
Spring Gentian
Yesterday I wanted to plant flowers.
It rained all morning.
I slid my spade into soft soil, dug neat holes.
The sun appeared at my back.
I mauled life into sturdy position,
Plugged the right resources, prayed for May showers.
From my window today,
I watch explosions of blue sway in my garden.
These poems previously appeared in Alba.
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