It’s highly unlikely I’ll get 30 poems out of this month, but 7 is still more than I write in most months!
Sometimes I only wish To plant my heart In the soil of my garden Let its roots stretch long and low and deep. I once tried to plant my heart Beneath the waters of Lake Superior Where it could be warmer than freezing, colder than warm Never longing for black soil. But a heart beneath the water Was never warm enough for love, And a heart beneath the earth Will be too rooted to yearn. If only I could be the sort of girl To plant my heart in the palm of your hand. But these roots know too well how to break Tangled in a tumbleweed.