root cellar
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root cellar
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over the hill
cold earth sequesters
seeps of water
and lichened stone
roots in dry sand
preserves on shelves
of rough-hewn boards
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mice gnaw on the seam
of a gunny sack of corn
blue mold on the surface
of a jar of apple jelly
Mama just scoops it away
pumpkins never keep
past December
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Copyright Jane Tims 2019
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All my best,
Jane
nichepoetryandprose 
Hi Jane. Thanks. Trying to get back to my blog regularly. And reading yours also!
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jane tims
August 19, 2019 at 8:46 pm
I love your poem and also the drawing of the root cellar.
miriam
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delphini510
August 19, 2019 at 3:09 pm
Hi. Thanks! The drawing came first, then the words!
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jane tims
August 19, 2019 at 8:47 pm
Lovely drawing and poem. It reminds me of the door to a root cellar tucked into the earth that we pass on our autumn leaf-peeping drive. It’s close to the road and in front of the old house above and behind it. Your description of what is quietly going on behind that door is touching…
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Barbara Rodgers
August 19, 2019 at 8:29 am
Hi Barbara. I think many of these places still exist, unused, hidden now as the years go by and vegetation takes over.
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jane tims
August 19, 2019 at 8:45 pm