Like magic
The fresh green comes up
From last year’s roots
Replacing the crisp brown
Of dead leaves.
Not all plants do this –
Petunias once gone
Are gone forever.
But so many, so many,
Fennel, rosemary,
Tradescantia and a world more
Seem indefatigable.
Each year a miracle happens
That is so ordinary
No one pays attention
Except me, it seems.
And I’m always there,
Waiting, watching,
Hoping for the miracle
To continue.
©2019 John I. Blair, 12/26/2019
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