.
.
I visit
my memories
as magical gardens;
I nurture the blooms,
eliminate weeds
I select
from the blossoms
and garner the seedlings
to plant in fresh soil
come welcoming spring
when planting
I ponder the seed pods
of last autumn’s harvest
and press each promise
snug into its bed
each morning
I weed out and water
each clearly marked row.
Love and the sunshine
will bring life to bud
.


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