Gardening Around the Heat
With trenching shovel, take up the goose neck garlic,
early morning. Scissor cut the uncurling scapes
& vase them in the kitchen. Ah!
Look out the window—two robins
flit-chase-tag each other
in the neighbor’s trees. Feel
wild wind from their wings.
20 thoughts on "Gardening Around the Heat"
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What a wonderful energetic read! Thanks for a great poem.
Thanks.
Great energy. Great verbs, and a strong alliterative closer.
Thank you.
Love the images and the scene here.
Thanks. I tend to be image driven.
Oh I love this Melva. The “goose neck garlic,” the repeated sounds in “cut the uncurling scapes & vase them” and the robins–“wild wind from their wings.” In other words, the whole poem is fabulous.
O thank you, Karen.
A nice scene. I like “scissor cut the uncurling scapes & vase them.” Has a good sound to it.
Sounds are important, arent they. Thanks.
wild wind from their wings!!!
In a day of heat, look for the coolness!
I am caught by that last line as well:
“Feel
wild wind from their wings.”
It feels to be the surrender to nature–that concept that we become what we see deeply–as in drawing and truly living.
The whole poem seems absorbed into the pitch of that moment…and reads as beautiful to me. Thank you!
Thank you, Ann.
What a beautiful series of moments! We used to grow a ton of garlic – How I miss it, even in the heat. The sounds in the poem are magical.
Thanks, Sylvia
I love the kinetic energy in this poem!
Thanks, Shaun.
Great sounds, and yes the energy! Keep it coming!
Thanks, Allen.