PULLING WEEDS

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Digging deep                                                                                                                                                          

She feels the weeds                                                                                                                                                   

Prying and pulling                                                                                                                                                       

With dirt under nails

Making pain

 

She works

Prying and pulling

Weeds

 

She works with care

Lest she damage

Tender

New green shoots

 

Weeds

Gone-by plants

She pulls both

While stepping around

 

New green growth

Feeling their life

In both her heart and soul

 

She can see

In minds eye

Blossoms

She knows will come

On the plane of time

 

Reaching gently

To a tall perennial

She plucks a blossom

To her face

 

Inhaling deeply

She fills her lungs

With present

And future past

 

Shining

Such a wonderful smell

She opens

Both her heart and soul

 

Light on her face

Now old and new

Brings a smile

 

With perfect balance

 

She bathes and rests

In color laden fragrances

Of mature blossoms

And new green sprouts

 

The sun shifts

The moon peeks

Looking over

Mountain rim

 

The sun winks

Says goodnight

 

Seasons turn

Her smile tightens

 

She sees and starts

Plunging fingers

Through soil black

 

Digging deep she

Pulls new weeds

 

She works with care

Lest she damage

Tender new shoots

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