Farewells

Praying and hoping for new growth after the clearing away.

Today I am noting

Farewells

All the things I must clear away

To make space

For new things to appear.

I clip back the clematis

For new vines to grow.

That’s an easy one:

I know what it will look like

When it comes full flower,

Full purple flower.

It’s the farewells,

The not knowing what

If anything,

Will appear in their place.

It’s the possibility of ground

Laid fallow

For a season

When I do not have so many seasons

Left

When fallow

Might be all there is.