
Box Turtle
When the trees were young and the sun high, we had a small garden, lush with tomatoes we shared with a box turtle that would chomp on the fallen fruit. Or did my husband pick the ripe ones just for her? Her beautiful shell, the intricate patterns—did they form a map of her journeys from garden to garden? Our garden, gone now. Too much shade to grow tomatoes. And so, too, the turtle has passed, leaving us her stories to grieve.
A box turtle shell
Constellations
Journeys to the stars
© Barbara Leonhard


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