I worried a lot. Will friendships fade, will this new town
get to know me, will dating proceed as planned, and if not how shall
I cope with it?
Did root vegetables freeze, will ice preclude deer from browse,
can the nasturtium seeds reach maturation?
Will I ever be able to share a smile, even folks
in the midst of last winter could do it and I am, now,
Is my vibrance fading or am I just imagining it,
am I going to get lonely,
stressed, have an afternoon drink?
Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
and gave it up. And gathered stamps and paper
and picked up a brush
and painted ‘I love you’s.
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