#4 – Indecision
04/08/2017
Sun-dried St. John’s-wort and soon to dry wild mint.
Both from the same land.
So different,
And old,
Carrying baggage –
A stray chili pepper…
Wild strawberries,
Drooping like yesterday’s sunflowers,
But alive,
Filled with flavor,
And hope.
A green fern,
Grows beside a rock;
Solid, grey, jagged, coarse.
And sheltering that strange,
Seemingly unharmonious part,
That resembles a heart.
