monday: a lesson in pruning

i pruned the garden - a bit soon. the day clear, weather manageable if windy, 

so it was today. it doesn’t take much for me to falter, to choose gentleness. Pruning is not gentle.

To cut; measure your garden not by the joy rooted nor the fruit born gladly

nor by remembering the seed - born in a spring of coaxing - newly alive things are so hope-toned

the season ahead is harsh. she needs different care now. the blade is only half as sharp 

as darkness and ice. still hard. but there is no grief that sleeping underground a while won’t heal

rlg