Friday, 30 October 2009

in spring by Casey Quinn

vegetable seeds
were planted
at exact
measurement
in peat pods
for an early start
on mother nature

as the first leaves unfolded
each were transplanted
to larger pots

eventually
to raised beds
built just for them

treated with miracle gro,
weeded weekly and
provided hours
of sun -
they grew

spring turned
to summer

green peppers and
tomato plants,
attacked by beetles -

cucumbers
survived the assault
with broccoli, lettuce
and potatoes thriving
until the drought…

and at last,
my garden was dead –

this fall
as i mow my lawn
i kick at the onions,
strawberries
and mushrooms
that grow wild.


Casey Quinn, USA

3 comments:

Elizabeth M Rimmer said...

I know what that feels like!

Poetikat said...

I love how you end this with the kicking at the dead remains.
You have really captured the vegetable cycle of life with great beauty and poignancy.

Cindy said...

I love this poem...and the assault of your garden....yet...each year it continues; better luck next time!