Dad building raised beds
in the middle of winter
in hope of spring growth

Dad building raised beds
in the middle of winter
in hope of spring growth
motherhood snippets:
a brilliant purple houseplant
captured in glory
molé for the win?
another failed recipe
to exhaust my soul
oh, but the chocolate
hidden behind the bright beads
of sesame seeds
her anxiety
so present, prescient, painful
and i cannot win
even with cold temps
flowers can burst from seedlings
sewn by human hands
with a little sun,
the Begonia brings Christmas
to non-believers
cutting up pavers
to fit in every crack
now we wait for spring
with two trips to Lowe’s
100 pavers, some mulch
we are almost done
a curved contraption
has brought us to a standstill
of pure frustration
ground fabric in place
everything leveled, ready
500 pavers
October roses
shouldn’t still be bursting blooms
alas, climate change
September travel?
we can learn geology
and visit arches
we can buy peaches
from the orchards where they’re grown
relishing their juice
yet COVID follows
with at-capacity parks,
a shut-down ghost town
my motto follows:
be prepared. pack sushi, fruit.
drive towards the sunset.
find the world’s curves
where the sky clears away smoke
and we can just. breathe.