Today’s prompt from NaPoWriMo was based on a chapbook of poems by James Schuyler. While I worked in my garden, I reflected on observation and detail in poetry, and a few phrases started to circulate in my head, eventually leading to this poem. I doubt my result is Schuyleresque, but he was my starting point.
Pull Shake Toss Repeat Goat skin gauntlets protect winter blasted skin, like swaddled bulbs and plants protected from weather's wrath by the mulch I gently brush away. Bend Lift Clip Repeat Hands in motion permit my mind to roam free – away from the flat gray sky the imminent rain the daily pressures of sequestered worrying – Dig Hoe Shape Repeat I trim the dead; embrace the new. Pause in the winter emptied garden, Contemplate the quiet waiting, Sip my tea and think. Violet scented steam rises from my cup. Perfumed with spring that's yet to come. I, too, shall wait, and endure.