germ(i)nation

It’s time
to start the nightshades

not the brilliant berries
red and deadly
as any poison apple

but their cousins–
peppers, tomatoes,
ground cherries

seeds on my table
lifted on a toothpick

planted the depth of one breath
mist-watered

small seedlings mocking
the ice on my window

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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25 Responses to germ(i)nation

  1. ‘Tis extraordinary that they’re all related πŸ™‚

  2. Alice says:

    Lovely breakfast–poetry and planting. Just started some ‘maters in peat pots yesterday.

  3. Alice Keys says:

    this makes me starve for my own plot of land. thanks for jump-starting spring.

  4. I was just thinking it was time as well–lovely moment!

  5. brian miller says:

    it will not be long now….soon the tomatoes will grown and it will be warm again and new life burst for…only a little while now…smiles….

  6. Green Speck says:

    Lovely … I loved the mocking at the end !!!

  7. nelle says:

    Sounds like a plan. We need a garden this year, one our convenient four legged scrounger will avoid.

  8. all absorbed in the coloring of each word, it has such integrity ~Wonderful !

  9. Jeremy Nathan Marks says:

    You have me itching to do some planting, all the while I don’t want to see winter leave us. . . I have this set of feelings every year. Really, the same set of feelings each time.

    • I know what you mean! I am craving getting into the dirt again (sorry, guess I didn’t make enough mudpies as a child). I really should enjoy what we have out there NOW and not wish it away.

      • Jeremy Nathan Marks says:

        But it is only natural to feel this way, right? I mean, spring means hope, doesn’t it? And without that. . . .

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