like winter makes me weep
for this earnest vegetable
now a frozen shell
A mere refrain of its former orangeness
This won’t receive a formal gathering.
Nor eloquent speeches.
Instead, it will withstand
a few last irreverent bites.
Will you, too, grieve the
sowed in my heavy heart
Buried solidly beneath the ice and sleet
Frozen and alone.
Will you dare to expect
that one tiny seed survives
and shall green emerge
to stretch spindly beneath the rich loam
push steady beyond the former shadow
adore the midday sun
intent on building a future spice
to infuse firm regard. To do all that
and to lift me again
loyal and true.
©C.S. De Dona 12-26-21
(Photo by Ken Masten)
C. S. De Dona
Author, Poet, Photographer, domestic violence survivor, and naturalized immigrant, Cornelia is currently an Arts and Letters member of The Southwest Florida Branch of The National League Of American Pen Women.
Cornelia lived in Kaneohe, Hawaii, for thirty-six years. Also, seven years in the Mid-Hudson Valley of New York. She now resides in North Fort Myers, Florida.
Her poems and photography are published in print, online, and in Rain Bird, a literary and art journal of the University of Hawaii's Windward Community College (2008-2013).
In 2013, Cornelia received Rain Bird's Kolokolea Poetry Prize for her poem, "Speaking French."
In 2015 her chapbook "Hawaiian Time," entered in the National League of American Pen Women's Vinnie Ream contest, was awarded third place in their inaugural multi-discipline category.
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