Growing Things. A poem by Moyra Donaldson

We’ve found comfort
placing seeds into pots,
watering and waiting

for germination,
first embryonic green
of cotyledons.

How tenderly
we’ve treated them;
our hearts’ hurt

weighed against
their steady growth;
windowsills filled

with seedlings;
fearless promises.


Latest collection, Carnivorous, from Doire Press 2019

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