Comatose Plants | Mary Bone - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

Comatose Plants | Mary Bone

Plants are bedded down
for the winter.
frost bites their toes.
They are waiting for the sunlight
when everything begins to grow.
Comatose until the tarp is pulled back.
growth begins with the first
drip of moisture.

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