Honor the frail onionskin
cast by the wayside where a snake
has rubbed its sleeve free
in the course of defenseless rebirth.
Protect me when regeneration
dictates some plaited hull to surrender.
Lead me through each forward motion
demanding we embrace fulfillment.
Teach me admiration
for these obstinate weeds
– their resolute profusion,
even when I pluck them.
Shield this garden
in its cultivated rows.
Restore our mislaid tools
in the morning grass.
Poem copyright 2015 by Jnana Hodson
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