Spring Rituals

 

Determinedly it shows up every year

when the snows have finally melted

and Spring finally shows her face

and brings with her the rhubarb 

that was planted long ago.

I never sought to grow it, find it bitter to the taste

unless it’s mixed with strawberries and sugar

in a jam or pastry dough. 

I often share with neighbors so it doesn’t go to waste.

But there’s still another reason why it still has its place–

this bitter medicinal herb that was valued long ago...

I remember when you planted it, the look upon your face

when the warm days had arrived  

before you had to go.

 

© Ginny Brannan 2023

 

NaPoWriMo #17 The prompt: Today’s challenge asks you to write a poem that contains the name of a specific variety of edible plant – preferably one that grows in your area. In the poem, try to make a specific comparison between some aspect of the plant’s lifespan and your own – or the life of someone close to you. Also, include at least one repeating phrase.