as I gathered rosemary
for root vegetables
I touched their shine
to see if they were water
and felt their smooth leaf
Ah, they are oregano
glowing with perhaps a hint of moisture,
grown up among the fragrant brittle sprigs
catching little pools of moonlight
mute and low
celebrating what I’d hardly seen —
a gift of the moment
offered, on this year’s last night
to me.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 31, 2017
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