my writing, photography and the occasional handicraft

March 12, 1993

             for my mother

Though you did not feel a breeze,
the leaves drifted down around your feet
to form a carpet of decay.
You raised your hands
to stop their fall, but you could not
keep them from their deaths, and I saw
this, and I remembered.
Perhaps there are winds
we cannot feel that move us
with their breath.

You are the most capable of gardeners, and I know
that for you that the death of the leaves is a gift
to the earth, and that the bulbs you will plant,
fingers digging into death, into earth,
will flourish and grow to move you
with their grace. 

© Jessica Minier Mabe


2 Responses to “Poem: Primavera”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

Basic HTML is allowed. Your email address will not be published.

Subscribe to this comment feed via RSS

%d bloggers like this: