Tomatoes for salsa
Beans for the freezer
Garlic for everything
Roses for the table
Sunflowers to plant with the grandsons
Lilies to bloom on Father’s birthday
Currants to root me to Germany
Poppies to fix my husband’s frown
Lavender’s dew-spangled scent for all of us
Honeyed birdsong looking for love
Breeze’s breath to rake away clouds
Three generations of hands sifting soil
    sown with child-smiles bright as marigolds
Little ones squealing with fistfuls of worms
    begging kisses to heal bee stings and more
A row of poems, both prickly and plush
    longing to be clothed in petrichor’s quiet hymn
Time’s suspension jumpstarted by grill’s sizzle
    beckoning sun’s see-you-tomorrow wink
    from behind the windbreak