The Adaptable EducatorRevisionist Poetry – “The Garden’s Leftovers” – Beautiful Detritus, v.3 (a touch more wabi-sabi)
When thaw begins, the garden exhales—thin ice lifting from the hollow of the beds.Beneath: torn burlap, rust-kissed wire, one pale glovegone to the soft apprenticeship of soil. These are the beautiful terms of loss:string looped like an old promise, leaf veins like maps.Frost has taught everything how to fracture well.Time stitches rag to root; the ruined becomes usable.
Revisionist Poetry – “The Garden’s Leftovers” – Beautiful Detritus, v.3 (a touch more wabi-sabi)
When thaw begins, the garden exhales—thin ice lifting from the hollow of the beds.Beneath: torn burlap, rust-kissed wire, one pale glovegone to the soft apprenticeship of soil. These are the beauti…