Gardeners’ dedication
is in leafy order writ;
more subtle is the telling
of their heliotropic wit.
I do not know the photographer or gardener or painter of the sign, but I love the photo!
Many thanks to S.W. Berg for passing it along.
Tag Archives: garden
Connections: August 30
Fading and crowded
mushed from hot rain
harvest is mildewed
people the same
it sure isn’t summer
nor autumn by right
what is this season
of not-yet and not-quite?
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Connections: May 26
Connections: May 7
Look, dear reader!
Share my glee
the dill is up
how heavenly!
Delight pictorial
joy olfactory
how uncommonly
satisfactory!
Connections: April 3
Such a bouquet there never was
and you cannot hope to see
except where grow the polka-dots
in secret Tuileries
where you can harvest paisley
as soon as it is ripe
and grab a jolly handful
of some bodacious stripe.
It is no place for shyness
or tentative soft tred
but a lively efflorescence
of the Could-Be’s in your head.
Connections: February 7
Squiggles
lines that wiggle
snow that trickles
prickles
tickles
I think I hear a wispy giggle.
Connections: January 26
No headstone this
but promissory note
payment due
in purpleblue
coin of spring
today’s frozen assets
tomorrow’s garden bling.
