UNPICKED

by on April 27, 2024 :: 0 comments

How long has it been?

With neither care nor attention
The grounds have now grown wild

Top down
Bottom up

I don’t know where to begin

Sitting down I contemplate

Not the work
That needs to be done

But the beauty of the leaves

Russet
Gold
Black speckled green

They remind me of
Another time

One that crawls
Behind this thought

Looking up
I see that clouds have gathered

The rain falls
The weeds grow

How long has it been?

editors note:

Think, then do, but first let’s think some more… – mh clay

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