Against Time

I always plant carefully and tend my garden wellPray, Jim, and keep hoeingHow will my simple garden growNothing even closeTo … More

The Autumn of Leaves

I’d rake autumn leaves on Barton Streethuge mounds when it was legalTo burn the red and yellow remnantsOf those hibernating … More

I touch him carefully and wait. Nothing happens. I lay my hand on him, stroke him. This perks him up … More

There’s a corner of my lot where five properties meet.It’s the least maintained part of any of our yards.Every time … More

For cutting and weeding there’s nothing I like morethan my small sickle, its 3-inch serrated bladeeasy to maneuver speedily with … More

For a long time you have cultured all these seeds,sprouted them like Mother Nature puttering herself,transferred them gently from little, … More

It’s the longest day of the year, in terms not about how your life is trending, but daylight hours. For … More

My mom used to call it “beautiful rubbish,” the red-orange flowers from our African Tulip trees, littering the lawn in … More