My mother prepares for winter
Two hummingbirds
Dally on the tip-top rung,
Tomato trellis in patio garden
Two hummingbirds
Take in the crisp, falling air
Tomato trellis in patio garden,
A quiet, temporary lair
My mother takes in crisp air
Arranges winter coats
In her quiet, temporary lair
Thinks of my father, waiting
She arranges winter coats,
Wonders will she need them
Thinks of my father, waiting
His voice, his warm embrace
She wonders will she need
The books, the vases, teacups
His voice, his warm embrace —
She has enough to make it through
The books, the vases, teacups
Can go for another spring
She has enough to make it through
Look! Come watch the hummers
What can go for another spring
Can be boxed and sent away
Look! Come watch the hummers
Whirring, first snow on golden leaves
Soon all will be boxed and sent away
My father calling from the garden,
Whirring, first snow on golden leaves
My mother preparing for winter
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Carol Barrett holds doctorates in both clinical psychology and creative writing. She coordinates the Creative Writing Certificate Program at Union Institute & University. Her books include Calling in the Bones, which won the Snyder Prize from Ashland Poetry Press, Drawing Lessons from Finishing Line Press, and Pansies, a work of creative nonfiction, from Sonder Press. Her poems have appeared in JAMA, Poetry International, Poetry Northwest, The Women’s Review of Books, and many other venues.
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