Cusp | Natalie Bentley
I am on the border
of something new,
an unfulfilled old promise
tucked away, moth-eaten,
now waving
hello again after a long
hibernation.
growth poems
Making It | Patrick Jordan
Watch me
push my way
to the top.
I’ll reach for the sky,
all green and happy
sun on my skin.
Cycles | Stan Morrison
My mother’s plants flourished in our garden
her azaleas and jasmine bloomed
in the spring following her death
from their vulnerable transplanted state
they prospered and assumed new prominence
with stronger roots and assured strong contours,
like my mother, I love to nurture,
I delight in signs of new growth.
Arizona | Maggie Beck
I wrote a poem
about you, little
girl.
With your smile
that says leave
me alone.
With your expression
that says I am
over this.
Someday you will
become a woman
and know
the errors
of all these ways.
Jade | Stan Morrison
A single jade leaf can make a new plant,
transforming the soil, light and water
into new roots, stems and leaves.
I’ve seen it so many times before
yet I still marvel at a single leaf,
commonplace, splendid, wise,
only plants grow silently.