It’s leggy and seed-headed
brown where once was green
but the garden this September
is the best I’ve ever seen.
My pear tomato plant
bedecked like Christmas tree
has survived in gold and gaudy
ponderosity.
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Category Archives: Gardening
Connections: September 16.17
The air was still
no finch’s trill
no breeze, no voice, no chirp
and so I know
as sun sank low
I heard a tiny burp.
Connections: September 12.17
Oneupmanship rages
in late garden staples:
the geranium will not be outdone
by the maples.
Connections: September 8.17
It’s seed time
spikes and silk
nose-ticklers
piercing
dry
impatient
splinter rain
silent thunder
of change.
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Connections: September 7.17
What delicacies, what midnight snacks
are snugly hid away
to be brought out like popcorn
some barren winter day?
What culinary splendor
brined since last July
will extol in mid-December
the art of putting-by?
I recall our cellar of yore
almost as dark and dank
and I think I don’t want to know more
of what’s in their food bank.
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Connections: August 30.17
“It’s not easy being green”
Kermit sighed in song
the blindingly emerald parsley
argues the frog is wrong.
Connections: August 27.17
“Look at me!” the vinca’s song
contralto’s warm bravura
“No! ME!” in dulcet snowy tone
alyssum’s coloratura.
