Bittersweet

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

The bittersweet vines hung there, in the trees,

by the dusk-cast river, orange berries bursting

from papered-sheaths.

I understood bittersweet.

You?

~

Sometimes we walk in circular paths that

make what is new seem so familiar,

sometimes, because it is.

This is our challenge: to distinguish reality

from mystery while never choosing

reality over the other.

You know what it is like when something

that lived a certain destiny becomes something

else entirely because it was loved in

a certain way.

That’s the nature of all things. Or, it could be.

~

When the sun set, I knew that it was still there,

on the trees, but I walked away anyway.

Bittersweet remains.

There is a dear, dear sweetness in that.

~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author

From "Plant Songs" (a work in progress)

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