These are the rewarded days when beans
In green and purple rise through briefest night,
And dun-faced squash reveals it’s fired heart
At once in concert with fall’s crystal and light.
While brias-fanned leaves go speckled with the change
To new, less heated days and kinder dark,
Their fruit still grows with generosity
To make seed for next spring’s fresh growing spark.
Beet leaves like sails now flourish in the chill
Beside the desperate peppers’ hurried seed
And hopeless flowers of tomato vines
Soon lose every condition that they need.
Still each casts forward its own future source
Its tiny miracle of Life’s pure force.