Grace, a sonnet

The kindness of an early Summer day
That gilds tomato leaves with shining touch,
Shows cabbage moths, a trio, at such play
The damage they do matters not so much–
The chicory that sends blue shooting stars
Some five feet high before it makes its seeds –
The wren that flits in circles as it spars
With flighty winging protein that it needs —
Potato blooms and carrot tops that make
Contrasting stained-glass shapes in morning light,
This shining fountain where the sparrows take
Repeated baths to cool their Summer flight–
All this is Grace, but even more than this,
The Grace I feel in my sweet lover’s kiss.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

So what do you think?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s