Thursday, February 18, 2010

Snowed Under

Same time last year
you were sprouting seeds.
This year, covered by
thick blue snow,
your everyday is a mystery

to infertile minds
planning the next onslaught
by rogue hoes, neglecting
hyped hope -- we are
weaklings; we are warriors.

     [from a long poem, "Conversations with a Garden" by the blogger;
      acknowledgment:  Joel 3:10]

"I'm not sure what you're trying to say," says Virginia, "but I think you're comparing your garden last year and this year with the past year in Washington."

"Spot on," I say.

"And I think," says Virginia, "we seem to be farther than ever from beating swords into plowshares."


  1. Nice. Give my thanks to Virginia and best regards I feel like I know her.

  2. Mary Pannabecker SteinerFebruary 19, 2010 at 9:10 AM

    Spot on...that's one of Jo Pannabecker's phrases. As usual, you are spot on.