Garden Jealousies
I sometimes wonder
If the grass in the yard grows jealous
Of little alyssum in all its blooming glory?
Or if alyssum thinks how grand
It would be to live ceramically
In a pot, or if it would somehow be
Better to be a rose, coming back
Every year without even worrying
How much he’d bloomed?
Maybe the rose just wished
To be that pumpkin sat
On the porch all jack-o-lanterned out
‘Neath all the falling leaves,
Or little green bean
Picked faithfully and cooked
For a family of four
Or maybe more.
Maybe they all envy
Sunflower, shining in the sun
Beckoning the bees
Hanging on until the freeze.
Clematis clings jealously
To the Trellis—
Or is it just me that is jealous?
October 2022
About This Poem
It's gardening season, so this poem struck me when I was rereading some of the many poems I have written. Certainly one can be envious of the vegetable when stressed by things human? This poem is about that.
No comments:
Post a Comment