A Sincere Hope


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. 

And disappear.

Will you, too, grieve the

sad remnants

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

envision renewal

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)

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