Tag: poem

The microbiome is important

All manner of mushrooms sprout

Graphite mycelium merging with

Red parallel lines of soil

Spirals bound to spiral-bound paper

Spinning further with each need to

Focus and distract oneself

And on those festive occasions

You’ll find pumpkins, snowflakes, hearts

Technically vestigial, but still enjoyed

And four corners become eight as the page is

Folded and folded and folded and folded

Until the edges are torn

Piling up, scraps of snow on a paper mountain

Oh

Right

There are some words too

To remind myself of spring

Out of the world feeling like

It is made of a single room

The lights inside and out

Blurred in the growing fog

And the cold reaching out

Hollow roots burrowing into me

There is

A bouquet of wilted amaryllis

Petals I give to myself while

A new bloom emerges from the

Bulb wrapped in wax wrapped in

Pollen coating the windowsill

And with enough homemade rain

Spread across the weeks

Leaves will keep sprouting

Wrapping round the ceramic faces

That cradle their earth

And reaching for glass-guarded sunlight

That always comes back