this time of man
i find beautiful
with
free range chickens
clucking old eighties tunes
resplendent
as father time
winds his watch
further into this new century
green onions growing
past drop biscuit clouds
the just before sunset light
setting the roses on fire
french holly hocks
teasing lavender moths
with their glow
the poppies are plumed triumphant
in their shameless display of fuschia
as i stoop in the garden
hair and earrings
falling toward
this gift
the earth
i smile peacefully
knowing this grace
will lead
to nothing less than stars
4 replies on “the planting season”
You really construct a mood poem to poem…it’s beautiful writing
Oh my, David, thank you for putting it that way.
Beautiful poem and the mood is very well conveyed! Have a great evening!
And to you, Ms.Arabwriterchick! Thank you for reading!