Category Archives: Gardening, Usually Organic

Sonnet for the Soilweb

When power feeds itself and nothing more Nor no one else but only its own greed In never-sated savage hunger for Its sickly swollen, hollow-hearted need- Where can we find a quiet, peaceful place Reminding us how different we could … Continue reading

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For a Gentle April in Syracuse

The delicate lacing of leaves being born with the dawn – The gazing out windows in hope of a glimpse of a fawn – The gray rolling furball of squirrels getting busy on grass Surrounded by tulips all rising above … Continue reading

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Haiku for Trump at the Start of Growing Season

seedlings curl upward two tiny green praying hands begging time to live

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Sleet

Soft percussive drops sleet melts at Earth’s lightest touch expressed from grey skies becoming green things’ warm blood by sweet indifferent magic

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Spring Window Tanka

Long pine arms outstretched greenfingered hands offering rainglistened diamonds- So Nature’s creatures marry April rain to all fresh growth

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Growing School

A thousand bits of wisdom can be learned From soil and growth as soon as beds are turned: There grow the small but soon-tall spears of chives, The first green to announce perennial lives. From these and from their cousins, … Continue reading

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Lines on the First Day of Planting

That spot in my down-low back (that place where the cute girls had dimples) where aching begins while I’m not watching where spasms will sing me to sleep where I creak in the slow mornings From that place will now … Continue reading

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