Impossible

On a cold day, with the wind blowing, this poem might seem out of season, but longing for something is a year-round thing, I think.

I wrote this poem a very long time ago, prompted by a glance at a neighbor’s window.

Almost

Pink geranium in the window
leaves and blossoms turn to the sun
strain for the light outside
press into the pane of glass
I wonder the window doesn’t shatter
That geranium’s almost in the garden
Almost.

"Pink Geranium" collage/mixed media

“Pink Geranium”
collage/mixed media

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