Gardensong (blank sonnet)

Clouds of tiny blue-white blossoms hush,
Shining beauty back to cloudy skies.
This buzzy afternoon elicits joy
Among the iridescent towns below.
Soon topsoil will again writhe and consume
Everything we offer to the earth
As tulips fall and starry eggplant blooms,
Tomatoes swell and glow against the straw.
Potatoes, garlic too, the shy ones, grow
Beneath the topsoil, hiding harvest there.
Beans, prouder fruit, will soon reach for the sky,
Their vines creating homes for creatures, too.
Each garden creature sings its own sweet song;
There is no off-pitch note – no beat that’s wrong.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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