Growing Anyway
On a day when everything
seems to be conspiring
against hope,
the good things
shrinking
into dark corners,
When there is no room for wonder
and dreaming
takes a holiday,
all gets shriveled down
to miserable items on a list
of endless
chores.
I hardly noticed you,
tiny weed,
rooted in the stone steps
in my back garden.
Part of me was desperate
to yank you out,
the way I feel
pulled away from
all that really matters.
But I let you be
in your rocky nook,
growing anyway.
Today’s lesson:
take green
wherever
you find it.
(Copyright K. Millar, 2009. Please do not reprint without permission).
(Photo by Celine Nadeau).
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I like this. Sometimes, weeds can be beautiful too.
Thanks Erin! I’m not much of a weed-puller-outer. I tend to let them alone, much to the annoyance of some more meticulous gardeners.
Beautiful, I’ll use it as my excuse to leave the weeding until next week! Thanks.
Thanks Cath! Any excuse to wait on the weeding is a good one, in my opinion.