Trick and Treat
She is the eternal tease
manipulating trick or treat
with consummate ease
she who is mistress of
soil, sun, wind and rain.
Whatever surprises those
who garden and pride their
efforts, she is the guide
and exemplar. Any devoted
to order and compliance
are novices, targets for her
esteem-puncturing excesses
in rampant infiltration of
weeds or rogue intruders.
Among my roses, peonies
and azaleas, grow tomatoes
melons and cornstalks,
their insouciant presence
anomalous and not by my
hand, but of hers. Unusual,
their presence there, but
yet a kindly gift nonetheless.
Sunday, September 20, 2015
Labels:
Poetry
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