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!