Monday, September 30, 2019

Somehow A Heart...


 Cleaning out vegetable and flower gardens
is always bittersweet...
and part of my heart always seems to go with it.


 ...but I'm not pulling out all the veggies yet, until the threat of killer-frost
 so we can keep on enjoying fresh-from the garden rainbow-suppers!


oops, I was so excited to eat it when it was cooked I forgot to take a picture...
so picture a plate with chicken and veggie stir-fry, 
red tomato slices, green and red lettuce, 
white feta cheese and bits of wholewheat wrap.
Yum!

Somehow a heart repairs its wounds
And makes the bearer of it smile
When bud has borne its parting blooms
We mourn its plumes a little while
Then bind the season that we had
With brand new reasons to be glad

Somehow a heart restores its loss
With more of what first made it sing
For sorrow is love’s albatross
But love runs rife with life’s fresh fling
Where hearts hold threads that interlace
Both launching pad and resting place

Somehow a heart resists farewell
Where moments like links in a chain
Hinge to a fringe that tolls a bell
That tugs somewhere hard to explain
And yet, we cannot be too sad
Because of the good times we had

Somehow a heart resigns its ache
To burst with both bitter and sweet
Where the mercies of give and take
Will sometimes make it skip a beat
And wonder as its pieces fall
That there is a heart left at all

 (repeat first stanza at the end, optional)

Somehow a heart repairs its wounds
And makes the bearer of it smile
When bud has borne its parting blooms
We mourn its plumes a little while
Then bind the season that we had
With brand new reasons to be glad


© Janet Martin

oh!  you're still feeling a little peckish?
 how about one of the Apple-oatmeal muffins that Victoria made!


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