Change of Season

change of season i contemplated Not planting seeds this Spring not singing Praise of budding fruits, forgetting my watering can let come what may but couldn’t turn away from the Winter broccoli sowed in the bleakest moment of the shortest day i would never Receive what i was owed what i sewed… a quilt of nutrition green flowers of the Winter Sun and Rain never savor the unique flavor traced in the Roots of my hands cast Iron pans the voices of boys grown an open Question

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