Monday, June 10, 2024

an early start

I don't want to die
I want to keep on

wide as a song
wide as a wound

someday I'll learn
to tell the difference

my quiet body
my silenced body

know the future meant 
to be for me--I'll get 
there yet
Note: I'm not sick, just thinking about death because of last week's losses.
Pic: The deer are out there eating all my flowers, so I planted some annuals in these birdbaths, tugged some moss over the shallow roots like a blankie, clipped some craft birds onto the chains, and hung these constructions up in the tea garden to enjoy.


Nicole said...

The deer have not - yet - eaten any of our plants, so I'm feeling very hopeful!

Gillian said...


Nance said...

The third and fourth stanzas are so impactful. The distinction here is said so simply, but its implication is mighty and vast. I also love the contrast of wide songs and wide wounds. Just a big little poem here. Well done.

*The photo is a riot of colour. I know I'd love your tea garden.

StephLove said...

Sorry about the deer. I hate losing plants like that. Fingers crossed we don't seem to have as many rabbits as usual in our yard this year. I think Uno is keeping them away. The kittens don't go outside, but I have been thinking of collecting their shed fur and scattering it near my zinnias and sunflowers.

StephLove said...

I spoke too soon! Something ate the top third of two of our three tomato plants today. Probably deer.

maya said...

Nicole--Your new fence looks solidly deer-proof to me. I'm very hopeful for your harvest too!


Nance--😍 The way I beamed when I read your comment! Thank you. I would love to have tea with you...

Steph--I am SO SORRY about your tomato plants! I hope the rabbits and deer stay away from your plants for the rest of the season. My neighbor L sprays some disgusting stuff that keeps deer away. It's considered food-safe and I could ask for a recommendation, if you want.

reading between the flowers

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