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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