Root Gathering

Fallen twigs from last season

Pile beside the firepit

Leaves crumble under my

Winter boots

I spy the old chair I won at an antique mall

Among the quiet rubble

It whispers accusations

As if I have caused this disrepair

The thickening of arteries

In its wooden legs

Splayed beyond reassembly

Laying in the grass, I squint

Between branches

Bright with nimble buds

Imagine a magnifying

Glass that looks up, expanding

The wheelbarrow has tumbled to its side

Full of last year’s clippings, worn to a

Hollow, weeping sludge

Drowned, dried assemblage

A parchment of past autumn

I am ready to pitch and burn

My offering to

Spring

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is so cool...and reminds me of William Carlos Williams...
spring comes and this is a preamble to it...the sacrifice...but also we get a scene painted...much like in his "red wheelbarrow"--

something utilitarian can also have aesthetic value as well.
i can't believe this isn't getting many more views and reviews...this is an exquisite piece of description and theme.

j.

[Kristina Moulaison]

Thanks so much for this, Jacob! I don't do many reviews, so I don't get many either.

[Island Hippy]

Aloha Kristina, this is amazing :) I love the words you use and how richly you express yourself. Something very special and deep here in this changing of seasons. A wonderful read. Izzy

[Kristina Moulaison]

Thanks so much, Izzy! I appreciate your kind words. Thanks for reading!

[Island Hippy]

You're welcome :)

[Creepy Swine Guy]

This is an absolute word feast. I adore it! My favorite part is that part between "Fallen" and "Spring" (Inclusive).

[Kristina Moulaison]

Ha! Thank you!