Passionflower Mourning

People send me pictures of your children

bright green and twining

even in the northern winter dark,

while here in gold spun light

you pine and droop

shedding leaf after leaf

like tears

into my heartbroken hand.

Each morning I witness

new shoots withering

on your vine.

 

If it’s time

to let you go I must accept what is.

 

You have been with me for

so many years and I have

offered so many of your cuttings

after they were rooted

with the promise of an

unearthly crown of

cereus blue flowers to come.

Folks gasped when they saw them,

but I just smiled knowing

more would come.

 

If it’s time

to let you go I must accept what is.

 

I always wondered why

no one else could coax your

new roots to grow, but then

our relationship was

based on the kind of Love

that binds two souls.

I know now that our roots

and body were always One.

 

If it’s time

to let you go I must accept what is.

 

We were part of one another

when I was a green and purple

ground creeper. I just didn’t know.

Dreams so often speak to futures

incomprehensible.

And I didn’t recognize myself as a plant!

I was just grateful

to share your beauty with others

who might fall in love too –

the way I did with you.

 

If it’s time

to let you go I must accept what is.

 

Yesterday, I placed a plastic dome

over your tender shoots

so fragile

only three left now,

promising myself

not to fuss.

 

If it’s time

to let you go I must accept what is.

.

And yet, I cannot dim the hope

that Nature’s Grace

will intervene and save you yet…

I could not protect you

from either bugs and fungus –

spores poisoned

the air around us, and new

leaves were distorted by aphids

sucking your blood –

I added layers of anxious grief

and loss of trust.

 

If it’s time

to let you go I must accept what is.

 

Two young sheltered rootless daughters

stand by your side

as witnesses to what will come.

Will their presence comfort you?

Will they take root too?

That I want you to live

is something you already know.

Thriving as you once did, has become

something of a dream,

though I never for a moment

took your bountiful life force for granted.

 

If it’s time

to let you go I must accept what is.

 

This morning I heard the Owls call

from the northern peaks across the road

-the place where the Great Bear rises

and I felt less alone –

Like my too exhausted body,

there might be a message

for both of us about hope

and growing greener, tougher

able to withstand more challenges

together…. gaining strength

from each other as we once did

as One.

 

And yet –

 

If it’s time

to let you go I must accept what is.

 

I hear the flower child weeping,

as if from great distance…

Please don’t leave us.”

 

But if it’s time

We must wander through the world of the dead –

To find a way to let you go.