It’s killing me

to cut them off in full growth.

Prune them back

cut them no slack.

It’s killing me,

To watch them wither with the frost,

I’ll Save some seeds so

All is not lost.

It’s killing me,

just like it did last year.

To prune them back

so they can keep their

secrets and always be near.

There are bugs among us…

pushing against the glass

to drop and wait

Not clever enough

to take a place in line.

and

stay hidden

among the Greens.

They didn’t

notice the new growth

dormant

from last winter,

or detect

the camouflage,

to stay unseen.

so they remain

small

and never stand out

to experience

the joy of being the

one to survive.

with

Uniqueness

intact.