Reverb10 – December 4 – Wonder

They come in elfin packages
diminutive gifts
from glass houses radiating promises of miracles
And I wonder
         Will they grow?

I loosen the new roost, cold and loamy
hallowing a spot,
height and width eyed to perfection
I wonder
         Will hail pulverize my dream this time?

No bigger than my palm
squeezing then shaking
loosening the anchor
I wonder
         Will my spring zeal linger until fall?

White roots twining
round and round
searching for space, reaching for more
I wonder
         Will summer’s rage wilt or inspire greatness?

Humus now to blanket the innocent
Dampened in baptism
Not to initiate but to nourish
I wonder
         Did He feel the same when He made me?

December 4 – Wonder. How did you cultivate a sense of wonder in your life this year? (Author: Jeffrey Davis)


It grew.
Noxious, pestilent
turning and twisting.
Unseen, underground,
wrapping around and through.
Searching for the perfect spot,
the right time,
the vulnerable position to commandeer,
to choke,
to destroy.
Mortal triumph.

The descent.
First, poison to wither, tame,
not eradicate.
Then, masterful hands,
growing life.
Snipping, digging, rooting out
the sardonic grip.

The rains came.
Awakening the stillness,
nurturing, rekindling.
Flushing away the fear.
Her lavender flags,
stately and resilient,
beckoning me back to the soil.

It’s time to plant.
To grow strong.
To be nourished.
To be alive.

Author’s Note:
I wrote this poem several years ago as I was recovering from radiation treament and cancer surgery. I am a gardener and I was feeling ready to plant again. The gentle spring rains ushering in the blooms of my mother-in-law’s purlple iris inspired me to write. My biggest hurdle in that garden were the weeds. Nothing would kill them, just like radiation would only shrink my cancer and then it would need to be cut out.At the time of my surgery, I didn’t know that my surgeon was pregnant. Only months after in one of our follow-ups did I notice. I am here today because of her skill.