Everbearing
12:24AM Oct 12, 2008 in category 
by George W Frink
By Pat Riviere-Seel
The garden demands constant care.
I grow sweet corn, pole beans, and carrots.
Garlic I plant on the coldest day,
harvest on the hottest.
I obey the moon.
In spring my footprints sink
into newly ploughed ground.
Mud clings to my soles.
Cool mornings and late afternoons
I hoe weeds. Every day, more appear.
I harvest the bounty, blanch and freeze
for the season when rows lie fallow.
Winter, the garden remains
in my hands.
Seed catalogues arrive:
I know if I do not work this patch
the brambles, thistle, and grass
will claim what I can not contain.
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