Contributed by Julie Hansen
Julie: Sharon, I like the paths blog. There is a poem that Emma wrote that I thought of it right away.
It's a gardening poem about growth, but the growth is life as well as flowers.
Sharon: I do like the poem and a lot. I look the liberty of adding in specific pictures to illustrate ideas that came to mind... the amazing face of the female snapping turtle-- ancient, wise, kind, fierce and a four season series that I have always loved.
|Female snapping turtle works to fit through fence into field on her way|
I can see you now,
eyes closed and arms full
of flowers, still dripping dirt,
roots lolling around your fingers,
as I look out through the kitchen window.
You told me the names of the flowers once,
but I can never recall them,
and I suddenly have the urge to ask
you what they are,
because I don’t want to keep forgetting.
Your glasses have slid
down your nose just a bit,
and it makes you appear much older
(perhaps older than I’d like
to admit you are).
I can see your mouth open,
sighing with the strain of age,
as you stand to survey your work.
You take a breath, eyes gazing,
a sense of accomplishment draped
across your squinting eyes, and your half-open mouth.
I can see you now
lean the rake against the tree,
the sun dipping into the mountains behind you,
and I commit this image to memory, because I am terrified
that one day I’ll forget it.
|Female snapping turtle makes her way across a field, close up|
|The path through the woods from the garden in all seasons- a circle without ending that always includes renewal|