Jane Hulstrunk and
Linda Rhinehart Neas

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

  1. Posted December 18, 2011 at 4:23 am | #

    Dear Jane,
    You captured this poem so well! What fun to seek it come to life like this. Thank you!
    Blessings, Linda

  2. janehulstrunk
    Posted December 18, 2011 at 9:41 am | #

    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

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