Ace of Cups

[luna_virgo]

Ace of Cups I

The tomato plant droops,
leaves yellowing, baffling
the amateur gardener.
Withholding water,
watering more, nothing works.

On the verge of giving up,
a rainstorm soaks it,
flooding the pot. It still
wilts, but miraculously
tiny tomatoes appear.

Don't be stingy with the water,
and remember how it looks
is less important than
the fruit it bears.


Ace of Cups II

The gleaming copper anklet
caught my eye, outshining
the other baubles on display.
I put it on and knew it was
for me, the tinkling copper coins
making my footsteps musical.
I wore it all day, and when I
took it off, my ankle was green.
Green as moss, as seaweed,
the bright metal returning
to its elements. It was
alarming and delightful.
Soon enough, copper will tarnish,
skin will age, even bones
will one day crumble.
But while they last, wear them
with delight, enjoying
the bright music of each step.