After a rainy night
the day was dim, hinging
on dingy, perfect for plunging
into her tangle of a garden.
She yanked weeds, divided
perennials, tied tomatoes
and beans to bamboo stakes
with ragged cloth ties
that fluttered like moths
in the thick night air.
How beautiful! and what a lot of work…
hinging dingy plunging – good sounds
Wonderful. I can relate! I love the closing image.
The way you capture a moment is stunning!
Thank you, Piper!
This is a long hard day’s work!
Great poem–love the images and sounds.