All Things
How does your garden grow?
Tree branches hold spiky frogs
while sky haloes them
pinwheel zinnia spin in sun
Asiatic lilies the color of sunset
with leaves like stars
open and sharpen
strawberries skim shaded ground
basil in bowls reaches
for oregano in the next jar
and they embrace above clay rims
honeysuckle bends with hydrangea
in private conference
Now break the shovel out of the garage
grown over with ivy
for this is the time of planting
and pulling and pitching
and transplanting—
all things spiral to dirt
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Yes! Fantastic poem!
Thank you so much!
all things spiral to dirt
Indeed! Love it.
Thank you–I’m glad you enjoyed the poem!
I was getting into this United Nations of flowers and herbs…until the shovel appeared on the scene. I guess I should have known from the opening question alluding to “Mary, Mary, quite contrary.” This was a lot of fun.
Thanks, Gaby, for all of your kind words on my poetry this month. I’ve enjoyed your poems as well.
Another great one. I have enjoyed your poems
Thank you, Linda!
i feel the tug of dirt in my bones
A good feeling, I hope. And if my poem inspired that, I’m very flattered. Thank you for your supportive comments!