Mother Nature

Mother Nature

“Mother! How sweet of you to sugar crust
with snow the new grapevine leaves, baby grapes.
So thoughtful of you. Freezing ice on the tiny
pin-headed oregano sprouts, not to mention
the killing glaze on the pink blossoms.

Hey, Mother, I didn’t ask for this.”

Mother Nature pops another valium. Scowls.
“Get over it, Dude. The grapevines will survive,
oregano be more aromatic, and the pink
blossoms you’re whining about, are ready to fall.”

“But –”
“No buts.” She points at me, squints. “You
are not in charge here.”

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About Ciletti

Jim Ciletti, an award winning poet, filmmaker, and author, is the 2010-2012, Poet Laureate of the Pikes Peak region, and for 41 years, poet-in-residence for the Orme School Fine Arts Festival. Jim gives many workshops on the writing and performance of poetry, and makes poetry house calls to create personal poetry events. Ciletti loves everything Italian, including cooking for family and friends, and loves to plant garlic, make homemade wine, and eating peaches and plums. "Everyday is Christmas, but you don't always get everything you ask for. Sometimes more. Poetry celebrates life."
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