twenty years from Texas
and still the itch to set out
winter tomatoes
transplanted gardener’s gaze
forlorn on wind-whipped snow-fields
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twenty years from Texas
and still the itch to set out
winter tomatoes
transplanted gardener’s gaze
forlorn on wind-whipped snow-fields
Graceful Press Poetry 
I like the line flows in this–and “transplanted gardener’s gaze.” Is it the gaze or the gardener that’s transplanted (and forlorn) or both? 🙂
I lived in Dallas as a child. I didn’t garden then either, but I was transplanted, and then transplanted back more successfully back north.
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Truth be told, there’s not much I miss about Texas, other than family. And Mexican food. Bluebonnets.
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Family and food always bring another and important aspect to a place.
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Nothing much to say except this is just perfect. Just perfect.
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Thank you. The very breath of encouragement I needed. 🙂
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It is always there for you!
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❤
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