Weed I Won’t Pull
Some hardship curved it into
a green ampersand. Tendrils sprout
along a resolute stem.
I want to lean close, ask
for some photoautotrophic wisdom.
Listen to the soil’s bacterial choir.
Convert to the worship
plants have practiced since the Beginning.
Laura Grace Weldon
Originally published in The Moon Magazine. Find more poems in my collection, Tending.
Laura Grace Weldon 
Beautiful!!!!
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I was thinking about you on your big day.
Maybe the next time that Sam come home you can have professional photos taken of your family in different parings. It would be a nice gift to give yourself and the rest of your family. An idea…
I hope you have a special day today with extra love all around.
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Thanks dear. You and I think alike. I keep asking the family to do a photo shoot, say “pretty please,” it still hasn’t happened. Soon, I hope.
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This pairing was quite lovely ” photoautotrophic wisdom.” I love the coming of spring and all the poetry it inspires.
As part of National Poetry Month, I’ve been sharing links on my Facebook page to pieces that have particularly captivated me. It’s a way to share the love of poetry and connect readers with other writers. I shared the first poem I read of yours (“Finally, Then”) that hooked me on reading your blog. Here’s a link if you’d like to take a look. https://www.facebook.com/MandieHinesAuthor/posts/2052706618338949
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Thank you so much Mandie. I am honored that you included a piece of mine!
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