Almond Poem
Buds sprout on his staff ~
peace blossoms bear sweet almonds ~
bees circle the core.
Asking spring to fill me up
,
putting the past in a box,
not to forget.
Painted the box with datura,
foxglove, and wisteria petals,
abstract mineral pigments
to not forget.
Turn on the music loud,
wear dancing shoes, and
welcome rain uncovered.
Daylight stays longer.
Sun eases joints
and makes me dare to
climb again, run again, and
sing again.
Cherry flavors of the cake
I baked hum here in the field.
I’m passing it along for you to grow.
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