Final Quarter
If unused, tho filled with many memories,
This favorite pen hesitates
Applesauce, blush-rose colored, lovingly Handmade from apples invented by grandfather's
Fellow professor friend at Ann Arbor
(Dr. Charles Haralson) zipped into a few
Freezer bags, accompanied our last
Roast pork dinner
Chili peppers, dazzling in sunlight! dried and
Overflowing my gallon glass jar, spice
Dishes no more
Love, tho bright one summer many years ago,
Does see a crack of light peak thru the door,
Opened only slightly
Wild ramps, chefs eagerly awaiting my
Announcement, lay buried under 5' of snow
Promises entombed in hope
Daylight is getting longer! but 30 seconds
In sub-zero temps, one can suffer frostbite
Still, seed catalogs have not stopped arriving!
Some companies sending their 3rd plea
I rely on genetics instincts tell me I have
Survived this before, and staring at the sun
With eyes closed awaits!
If I can survive the final quarter
If
I
Can
Survive
The
Final
Quarter
March '19
Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2019
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