every year green ghost of temporary
becomes skull and sullen
leaves shed
scatter every inhale with shatter --
also spring pokes its nose through / before
breath of sweet summer goes wild for winter
but yesterday
close to January
in wet December
I first saw a bush I never knew bore berries
push out sore tongues to experiment with air
this -- dear friend – is not imagination --
but it is
my picture of imagination / and I took it
for you --
the glister on this suburban bush
trimmed to no fruit and polite growing
showing red enough to bleed and tight to bursting
I whisper to these not yets
“it won’t hurt “
“well -- is worth hurt”
“worth bearing”
in this new and your next year / here is my blessing --
may you season your heart persistently / continue to see
new / emerging timelessly
Poem and image by Jo Mariner
This is THE BEST birthday present! It makes me so happy!
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Hi Jo
Happy New Year!
Look forward to hearing more of your work in 2022
Charlotte
x
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Gorgeous!
Jxxx
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Jane! Hello!. Thanks
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A beautifully conceived poem which is perfect for the New Year. Thank you, Jo for writing & sharing it.
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A lovely poem Jo, and so seasonal too! Happy New Year, from Kate xx
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Thanks Kate
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this is beautiful
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Hi Poonam. Hope things are going well with you. Thank you for your comment. L. Jo
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