Bernice Rendrick
72 years old
Santa Cruz, Ca.
I have written and published poetry for 20 years in many journals and magazines.
Resolve
When the onions push through the heap of potatoes in the rabbit basket, raise green swords higher each day
and look like the jonquils outside, not yet in bloom, but struggling through the still cold soil
they give me hope that as usual spring intends to soon end winter.
All over the world tips and blades break through ice and snow, lift through rotted leaves, wake sleeping branches.
In Iraq, where my country seems determined to attack and split the foreign earth where children run--
even there, spring belongs and wants to force
a peaceful resolve written in the earth's ink, a fresh sharp green unlike the black of oil and the red of blood.
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