long line of cattails
standing patiently in the cue
for spring
Waiting
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
long line of cattails
standing patiently in the cue
for spring
wonderful wordplay
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thanks so much Graham
A beautiful poem and photo. It reminds me of when I once brought several cattails home to my little ‘art studio’ thinking they’d dry well. The next morning, I discovered a room full of cattail ‘fluff’ waiting to germinate on everything there. Lol! 😂
OH NO! That’s the kind of thing I’d do. I’ve really had to teach myself “don’t touch” if I don’t know the plant if I’m wandering in the wilds. But it’s always the first thing I want to do – touch it, stick my nose deep in it, then pick it and bring it home.
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Unlike the cattails, I am totally given over to impatience for spring, despite knowing it is our windiest season. Oh, wait, does that mean it is actually here, since we had 70mph winds with our snow yesterday???
it just might be!😉 I was pulling weeds last week – now down to single digits. It’s hard to know what season your in.
I’m in that cue too! Maybe not so patiently….
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