Alchemy
Mint survives the frost
underground and flourishes
through ice and snow, a sudden
though stealthy return of greenburst
in the garden's sullen soil. Inklings
of fragrance creep along the
ground, announce sharpsweet
pungency as I crush newgreen
under my soles.
Each season's severity has little
effect on the vines' demise; I sigh
at their explosive, persistent
return and ponder gathering
the bounty of invasive
emeralds come June.
I'll rinse then steep then sip
steaming or iced, but only
after coaxing in the hottest
water. Perfume or palatable
drink, either way's a crucible.
Smashed and broken
or the slow roil, jadegreen
leaves change like straw
spun to gold, a sorcery
of sunshine and seasons.
This poem is from my book, Hearts on Pilgrimage Poems & Prayers, 2021
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"either way's a crucible."
Amen
The last fews days in Seattle have been almost as magical as your writing…almost.