From out your tangled, tormented weave
of roots, I have wondered,
will I see a bloom
again?
One year, two years,
watering there,
watching for
a different shoot
among the roots
that clutch
and cramp
your tiny home
of earth.
My friend --
I recognized the singular sprout
a tad too late
to keep it straight,
but there it is
patience brings
a cluster of blossoms,
ready to burst --
but I must extend
my waiting state,
amazed, though
at your regenerate
condition --
my heart, too
wells with you
3 comments:
Your patience and nurturing care are about to be rewarded!
nice...and what will the long awaited buds look like when they open?? aaaah, the anticipation...
((i wanted to say thanks...for stopping by...and leaving your kind words...and so...i was able to look in on you here...i like it. feels good....and am looking forward to coming back and reading about your life which spans centuries! wow!))
Thanks Laura! And I'll post the opened flowers -- it looks like one is opening today!
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