Reconsidering and revising a poem can take you to a new place. Like many this year, I turned to nature for respite and got a new perspective. Here are two versions of the poem.
Last spring, I wanted something trouble-free
and found it in coneflower seed packets,
buying into the midsummer promise of
self-sowing sun lovers now overrunning
the garden with nature’s lavender turns.
Seed heads bristle symmetry, measure upon
tight measure, Fibonnaci’s weathered tune—
luring goldfinches to August feasts.
a foot outside my door—
it is no mean trick,
nature’s lavender turn;
fear of irrational numbers
bow to seed-head symmetry,
measure upon tight measure,
Fibonacci’s weathered tune.
Where have you found a fresh point of view? Please share!