Turnabout’s Fair Play

Without the sun, these baby beans and winter squash
Vines cannot outrun even baited slugs.
Ravenous robins, myopic in the rain,
Snip stems, guzzle hard-working worms.

So much work for naught, so far at least.

Remembering planters’s patience is hard.
In a garden, stasis is close to death:
I watch my aloe die for unrequited sun love.
I beg the Tribal Council man from up the street
For a Sun Dance.
Even he has none.

So you and I, My Love, will have to do:
Tonight we take our light and heat
Out to the garden, let it feed the growth
That late in harvest season will feed us.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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One Response to Turnabout’s Fair Play

  1. cote8050 says:

    need to read this in the garden, lovely!!

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