Thrive

The moss that grows green on the rocks in the wood

The leaf that lies hidden neath a tiny brown hood

The dog whose human works in pjs

A cat whose best friend is the window blue jay

Birds fly to feeders, remembered and full

Sunrise sunset, orange and pink tulle

The soil in the garden lies waiting for roots

The dirt is tilled early for seeds to be put

The eye sees more deeply

The foot curls toes sweetly

The lack of distraction, and turn of a page

Forced introspection, the heart as its sage

Grandparents in seclusion

Loneliness, not illusion

A web is woven, wide, and deep

A spider born absent, a story to keep

The chives and oregano don’t know the trials

Spinning clouds, shaken earth, and heavens, the virals

Shades of green, just covered by soil

Lay waiting to peek, growth is their toil

Quiet, time to inspire

Together, bring fire

all rights reserved. Marisa Keller. March 2020