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.

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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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