Leaves Rising

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

Each winter there’s a moment

in which my lungs are

completely freed

of stale air ~

The daffodils are rising!

“Oh!”

This, I think, is what it is

to acknowledge prayers

answered:

To fall to ones’ knees.

Just like this.

This is what it is to voluntarily

enlist as the voice of an

encouraging angel

for little, faithful plants who

have been tucked away

in the cold and dark

of the underworld,

Somewhat forgotten.

I reach out and stroke

the green, sleek, blade-like leaves,

So bold against the

dank rot

and grey.

Oh, yes.

I shall push through,

again.

© 2013-2016/Jamie K. Reaser
From "Plant Songs" (a work in progress)

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