Bonsai
Old friends met.
An outing.
Lunch and bonsai.
Prepared azaleas for
a new way of life.
Scissors slashed,
raked off soil,
exposed roots
to fit new, smaller pots.
Need to get rooted
in new soil.
Trimmed back
leaves, branches
to the shape, scale of
full-sized bushes.
Need to adapt to
smaller surroundings.
We ate and talked,
more awkward now
in company of others.
Took our newly planted bonsai.
Returned home to
adapt to our new,
smaller lives.
Wow, Sue. This hit home ~
Thanks, Britton.
I just figured out how to reply to comments. Not much free time between posts.
This is so neat! I’d love to make a bonsai now. And more importantly I’d love to lunch with a friend these days. Sigh.
Love the poem, Sue!
Thank you, so much.
Life if just hard and kinda lonely right now.