Autumn of Amend

Old habits die

long slow deaths

It is the choke

weed that refuses

To loosen it's hold

on my autumn garden

The weed

I dislike most

Is one that

emits a scent

Each time I

grasp it's stem

It tugs away

and funnily enough

It screams as if

in torment

Slippery between

my tired fingers

My arm pushes deep

into black soil

I don’t want this

one here

Look upon your

garden and notice

The Mother can

see life within

It comes from

or where it's going

If you are clever

watch to wait

To see if the

twine loosens

It's the Mother

who unties

Knots attending

to wounds

With utmost care

and patience

Novena that

Veils pain

Cannot be found

in the medicine chest

The twine and stem

release their omen

A tiny drop of

milk like blood

Comes straight

from her Source

Now ushering in

something like

Cyanide to murder

the rotten weed

Thrice times it comes

and so shall go

Until the weed stem

Is removed to make

The black soil 

real and fallow

Turn back again

towards an autumn

Of amend