Pulled from the ceramic case

Narled roots all intertwined

Old habits needing breaking for new growth

 

A baptism of new water to wash

the soil  That clings like memories

Wasted terroir no longer of service

To the blooms needed

The blooms to come

New pot

Cozy but still nice

Home to loam

Soft like memory foam

Imprints of intimate nights and long conversations

Snipped away the brown

The dead and dying limbs

That no longer served a new purpose

A life anew

And the sun shining still