after morning
coffee,
past steamed
kitchen windows
and a sleeping cat
he steps slowly
outside onto
an early frost,
stopping at a
mound of
post glacial soil
where beneath,
dahlias
wait for his
patient hands
to release the
exhausted bulbs
to a dark corner
in the basement
for a nocturnal
winter rest
until springs
first breath
summons him
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Comments1
I just love simplicity...... thank you.
thank you Lorna
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