Autumn Milkweed
A thousand seeds
burst from this
rough belly,
fling themselves
to the wind...
like a tumble
of silken forgetfulness
releasing
a clutch of regret.
Milkweed photo, by Gail Nadeau. Used with permission.
Labels: milkweed, poem about milkweed, poetry
4 Comments:
The pastries in the post! but it may be a bit flat and soggy by the time it reaches you!
Nice poem, keep up the good work!
Bye!
"releasing/ a clutch of regret" is nice.
"Silken forgetfulness releasing a clutch of reget" sounds like the sweet sigh of contentment. What has been has been.
I feel the tension in my shoulders relaxing just saying these words out loud to myself.
Beautiful...
And the picture really brought back the memories for me. The house where I grew up had milkweed all along the border between our yard and a neighboring cornfield. I haven't seen milkweed in years, so this really struck me.
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