Reluctant Emergence
2021
Nothing bloomed
quite like normal
More akin to reluctance
Had to search the hillside
for the colors
Waited, but they never truly
came.
Summer’s done here
The usual symphony of spring
resembled instead
Great Mamaw’s quilt
passed down
wallowed, washed, sun-dried, faded
A worn out kind of love
One last hurrah for her
house dress — arm pits, sweat stained
Gotta keep them babies warm
Emergence from forced pause
feels tentative still
Where’s the trick?
The gimmick
Gotcha
Spring’s done gone
I’m still here waiting for the blooms.
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a cache of summer color
softhand cloth and cave dust
cool grey comforts spent-
waiting to be found.
Loved the line- a worn out kind of love!
“Nothing bloomed/quite like normal” speaks to so much that is fading – especially the virus, being housebound, etc. People waiting for the next phase of life to begin.