Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Full circle

The garden
connections to life, death, re-birth
pulling apart life
creating death
roots curling into death
to bring

Pulling back black plastic
sighing at the remembering
of potato leaves pushing
against the dark and cold
refusing to be forgotten

I tear at the old
the past
the dead
and forgotten
I tear at the web of memories
and chocolate mint
reminds me that nothing
is gone.
Form may be illusory
but form remains

Stand of beehive
awaiting new form, new lives
awaiting usefulness
the very form that often
holds us together
through the dark
to emerge
as more than practicality
bringing back the spiritual
the garden....
life, death, re-birth.

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