Carpe Diem

by Annette Snyckers

Anger drums at my temples,
worry has tied heavy stones to my heart.
I step outside,
I feel the breeze,
in my hand the garden shears –
God help any twiglet
out of place today!

I cut back, snip and trim
wild overgrowth entangled.
In me the excess falls away
and suddenly I am vanquished
by the come-on scent of summer:

Flowers calling flying insects
to pack pollen and drink deeply
before it is too late.

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