Agrarian Joys of Ornamental Lawns
In not-quite spring,
when lawns are ragged
with early weeds,
the greens
of all precocious plants
reproach
the tardy grass
and slow, deciduous trees.
The leaves
that clung through February
fall, dung brown, amid
the slumbering vinca
and sleet-singed liriope,
inaccessible,
except by hand
and bent, indignant backs.
when lawns are ragged
with early weeds,
the greens
of all precocious plants
reproach
the tardy grass
and slow, deciduous trees.
The leaves
that clung through February
fall, dung brown, amid
the slumbering vinca
and sleet-singed liriope,
inaccessible,
except by hand
and bent, indignant backs.
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Really nice!
Strong imagery here, Gary -
"The leaves
that clung through February
fall, dung brown, amid
the slumbering vinca"
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ee redux or acid reflux? Did you write this while I was leaf blowing?*
Thanks, Matt, Sam and JP.
Cummings little lame balloonman asked me to counter the sentimentality his creator harbored regarding early spring with something a little less mudlucious.
I've been reflecting on these things myself today as I spent much of the day outside noticing so many of the tiny miracles of nature. Noticed that Creeping Charlie has stealthily advanced, massing its troops near the northeast corner of the house, ready to take over the universe and is "inaccessible,
except by hand and bent, indignant backs." This transcendental contemplation of the changing seasons and the cycle of life is perfect for me at this moment! *
First off, I have to say you have the greatest titles, Gary! Next, your work is exceptional and i can so relate to that last line!! *****
Michael, thanks very much for your generous reading and comment.
Hi, Meg- thanks for the compliments and for reading this piece.