forsythia, newly planted
leaf bursts, virgin yellow blooms
my mother’s final journey

forsythia, newly planted
leaf bursts, virgin yellow blooms
my mother’s final journey
crowded & overgrown,
they’ve overstayed their welcome—
fistful of chives
ephemera collected over the years
memories suffused into bits & bobs
who might cherish it as much as I?
darkened sky to the east
drops of rain on sunroom windows
a hint of wind to go with it
the British call it sorted
handled, organized, under control
I just like the way it sounds
burning brush
in a wrought iron pit
its hinged mesh cover
corrals unwieldy ash
as towering flames
reach for unseen stars
reams of silver, slices of magic
sunshine’s glowing warmth
ah, the benevolence of spring
dust on the banister uprights
and every level surface, cranny & nook
seek and wipe away the façade
one-hundred sixty-six poems
lyrical aspirations, earnest voices
hopes & heartstrings put to paper
my task: sift through each one,
seeking out poetic nuggets of gold
hidden pond
cattails & water lilies
serenity morning
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