An Ode to Calendula
I planted you a few years ago
Just a couple of plants, from a friend
Every year since, you plant yourself
How kind of you.
You choose the wayside spots, the edges, the paths,
and give your blossoms to the world
from those neglected corners.
Every now and then
I come round with my harvest basket.
I lay each flower out just so,
And you dry into a hundred tiny suns.
Jars of summer
Against the gray winter ahead.
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