Wednesday, January 1, 2020


Like magic
The fresh green comes up
From last year’s roots
Replacing the crisp brown
Of dead leaves.

Not all plants do this –
Petunias once gone
Are gone forever.

But so many, so many,
Fennel, rosemary,
Tradescantia and a world more
Seem indefatigable.

Each year a miracle happens
That is so ordinary
No one pays attention
Except me, it seems.

And I’m always there,
Waiting, watching,
Hoping for the miracle
To continue.

©2019 John I. Blair, 12/26/2019

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