Breaks Away

The brittle stem 

Of last season’s flowering

Breaks away 

With only a gentle tug.

The plant guiding me to all of

The stems ready to go.

The bush had been looking a little

overrun and unkempt.

A good excuse

To spend some time.

No one likely to appreciate this work,

Except for me, maybe a neighbor,

And the bush, who stands a little taller

With the excess weight removed.

I wonder if the plant 

Might be using me to thrive?

I offer a blessing to the plant kingdom healers

For reminding me

To weed out that which 

No longer grows fruit in my life.

Even if the flowering season

Had been truly beautiful.

Without the excess weight

I can stand a little taller.

And direct life to break away

Any attachments ready to go.

Leaving a space for

Flowers yet to bloom.