Poems and Phantasms

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Come to the Forest to Visit Me

“Westonbirt Arboretum – Avenue of trees” Stuz (CC A-S A 3.0)

 

Come to the forest to visit me

Down by the roots of a tree

Waste not your tears on cold stone graves

Water a flower for me

 

Give me to the earth when my winter comes

Bury me deep in the ground

Mark not my place with statues or caves

Find me where life can be found

 

Come to the woods when autumn leaves turn

Golden and copper and red

Rustle up memories, seeds of joy stored

Kick up the leaves in my stead

 

Visit a garden on warm, summer days

Keep company with blossoms and bees

Remember my heart blooms forever in yours

Take comfort from shushing shade trees

 

Let springtime surround you with life and the living

Birdsong and budding green leaves

Look up at the sky, give thanks for sun and rain

When you think of me, smile more than grieve

 

Come to the forest to visit me

Down by the roots of a tree

Live every day that is given to you

Water a new flower for me

Another Season

 

This winter I am not looking in

seed catalogs, they belong to another season

before this third-floor apartment

before the divorce

 

I planted myself in that garden

for years, his property

that last summer I knew it was

the last, I gathered

stepping stones for storage, I transplanted

my grandmother’s mint, I pruned

tomatoes till my hands were stained

stinging with the smell of yellow-green, I filled

a jar of Job’s tears

grey pearls for my new windowsill

 

My first roses are untrained now and I never

tasted the asparagus I started from seed so

I close my eyes and feel

the roots and drive deep

the stakes and make

my plans for another season  

another spring

Nickels and Diamonds

photo by Lurana Brown

 

Everything interesting, everything new

You find what glitters when I walk with you

Things that were lost are outgrown like your shoes

All that I passed by was worth it with you

 

Puddles and rainbows, acorns and shells

Frost on the windows, tinkling bells

With you, life is magic with treasures to find

And out of your pockets come nickels and diamonds

 

Sunrises, seasons, and waves on the sand

Too few are the days that I’ll hold your hand

So I’ll rock you and read you and sing you to sleep

And I won’t let that cradle fall out of the tree

 

Pinecones and butterflies, feathers and swings

Pebbles and ribbons and green growing things

With you, there are stories and pleasures to find

For out of your pockets come nickels and diamonds

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