Against the Odds

Cold western balcony
Torn mercilessly by spring winds
Bandaged and supported
Patient inspection
Lack of bees, pollinated by toothbrush
Several scoops of pungent fertilizer
Waiting, watering, summer slips away
A yelp of glee–
A tinge of warmth. It’s orange! Not green!
One by one
Rolled up in a brown paper bag
At least twenty eaten so far
Sweet Red Rubies

Another End

Palm

Atlantis

Stay Strong

Looking Beyond

Fresh Air

I could use a little. Until then, at least I have my paints: