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;
little
fearless promises.

………..

Latest collection, Carnivorous, from Doire Press 2019