Saturday, March 28, 2020

Sheltering in Place




My outdoor garden
is sheltering in place
aware the temps are holding,
holding back
but unclear the reason.
Buds on the lilac,
knotted like fists,
have suspended activity.
A world on hold, on hold
but for a stray forsythia blossom
who arrogantly opens
against all restraints.
While tiny leaves on shrubs
peek curiously, docilely waiting, waiting
for the sun’s all clear
to venture out, seem still unsure
if this is the last of the winter cycle

©2020 Muriel Thumm


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