This week the theme is Spring.
The hyacinth we brought home last spring bloomed and was fragrant
when it died
was tossed aside
in a corner of the basement and forgotten.
Just last week, in a frenzy of cleaning
it was discovered with three, magic,
spires of green thrusting through the cracked soil.
We set it in a place of importance in our living room window,
watered and sunlit
green and growing;
When it dies we will toss it aside,
to be surprised by the miracle;
life from death
I have to admit this is not new and fresh writing. It is several years old. My poetry brain is on vacation this week.