Harvest comes soon,
the greens rich and deep,
how touchable, sniffable
the twining leafed keep.
A scruffy-kneed gardener
with nails edged in black
beams notwithstanding
the crick in his back.
It’s ever a miracle —
don’t try to explain
how seeds and a longing
are linked in life’s chain.
With thanks again to my back-yard gardener son,
for both the photo op and the basil!
Oddments 
September 9, 2021 at 10:11 am
That’s some mighty fine looking basil so I applaud your gardening son too. 👏🏻 Happy Thursday, raining here.
September 9, 2021 at 10:29 am
Happy Thursday to you too, Judy! Indeed that basil was gorgeous. His back yard is heavily wooded and he lost a couple trees in a storm, the consequence being suddenly more sun in that area and his garden just exploded. Beautiful!
September 10, 2021 at 11:55 am
What is it they say about one door closing and another opening? 🙂
September 10, 2021 at 11:59 am
How did you know I was just sitting down to the computer? Isn’t it a grand thing when we actually do see that one door opens when another closes? A good thought! Thanks!
September 9, 2021 at 12:00 pm
Beautiful verse.
September 9, 2021 at 12:15 pm
Thank you!
September 9, 2021 at 4:34 pm
I like that. It has a very nice flow.
Harvest is upon us. This year’s has been diminished by, apparently, raccoons, but we will enjoy what we get.
September 9, 2021 at 4:47 pm
Thanks, Dan. Yes, the critters have sure got first dibs on things this year; I hope when they ask a blessing on their food they ask a blessing on us too!