I've so enjoyed the experience ofwriting poetryover the lastfive weeks; it's hard to believe the month of April has gone already! This week brought so many experiences and changes to our lives - overwhelming at times, and yet, I still found the time to sit and write; I think that says something good about poetry. Having not written poetry before, I found it challenging and frustrating, and yet - satisfying in its simplicity, and so I hope to continue - even without the gentle push of a weekly goal. Thank you Lauren for hosting, and thank you - anyone - for reading along.
This week's poetry theme was Enjoy. As there is nothing I so enjoy as time outdoors with my children, it seemed only natural that experience would inspire my final week's poem.
Gardening
Afternoon Spring sun warms our shoulders as we crouch, hunched over our hardened-off sprouts.
Searching for the heartiest amidst curved shoots, wilted leaves; small fingers examining each stem, you are engrossed.
A swallow - darting, just inches from the sun-warmed top of your head; you are undeterred.
This one looks strong.
And I agree. I haven't taught you this; selection is innate.
Each one you gently separate, place, settle down into fertile soil.
Dirt in your hair, fingernails, in the scrapes on your knees.
And wonder in your eyes - perhaps imagining a future filled with fruit and vegetables.
Until - suddenly - concern crosses your countenance, interrupting your calm:
The water is knocking him over.
It's okay, I say, Time will make him stronger.
You nod, returning to your work.
The swallow darts again, and we smile.
