New Earth By barbara Leonhard

The summer’s remaining bounty, 
harvested for the season’s last soup.
Though the sun is low,
fruit grips the vine, and kale fights

like a hardy sapling. Dusty leaves, 
clinging to the mother’s branch,
are seized by swirling breeze,
buried under winter ice.

This is the time to turn the soil –
for the soul to sleep with the ashes –
Where it’s cold, 
there is deep healing.

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Bio:

Barbara Leonhard has several publishing credits, such as memoir pieces, poetry, and articles published online and in print in the U.S., and her poetry has been featured several times on Bloomsbury Radio in London, England. Her poetry has won awards and recognition. She was voted Author of the Month on Spillwords in October 2021. She is the author of the Amazon best-seller Three-Penny Memories (EIF-Experiments in Fiction, 2022) and is the new editor for MasticadoresUSA. She has loved helping poets to connect on Zoom during the Pandemic.

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