I will be leaving . . .

I will be leaving my trumpets . . .

I will be leaving my forsythia
and my bleeding hearts . . .

I will be leaving my sedum, my lilies
of the valley, my pussy willows . . .

I will be leaving my daffodills, my janquils,
my narcisis, my rose of Sharon . . .

I will be leaving my Vinka vines, my peppermints, my spearmints,
my locust trees, my honey suckle . . .

I will be leaving . . .

~Dee Hartman