Jane Hulstrunk
Response
Mint and the Way of the Dog
By Linda M. Rhinehart Neas
Inspiration piece
The plant melted down your windowsill.
Green fragrance rubbed between
Inquisitive fingers –
“It’s mint!” I say,
“But the leaves are so big!”
“Thoun’s mint,” you say.
Out from my memory comes
Visions of mosquito mint
Cut and laid in a corner of the yard,
Bedding for Miss Molly –
Her gratitude dripping from her mussel
As she dives into the green bouquet,
Armoring herself with scent.
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2 Comments
Dear Jane,
You captured this poem so well! What fun to seek it come to life like this. Thank you!
Blessings, Linda
Thanks Linda! Due to our unusually warm autumn, I still had mint growing through the fallen leaves. My dog seems to enjoy the smell!
Her name is Peppermint! Happy Holidays, Jane