Monday, May 21, 2018

                     A Letter from Virgil



suddenly spring is over   summer has begun
passing clouds don’t drop rain   streams from the hill don’t run 
when conversation stops   there's thoughts of long hoses 
for blueberries  raspberries   sugar snaps   cardoons
there’s a good growing moon   iris scents and large roses
columbines have come on now hyacinths are gone 

this year good peonies after much needed rain
battered early blossoms   there’s fresh cut bamboo still green
long stalks for fast climbing pea vines vibrant purple 
climbing tripods of tall slender bamboo
silhouetted against red sky above darkness
like Indian tepee poles   once on the prairie

soon acanthus spears will unfurl crowns of flowers
on orchard trees those fruits that set will soon be culled
by crows taking cherries by farmers thinning crops
for rhubarb a second picking   sorrel has bolted
fresh lettuce is on the way and beans will soon be planted
is this time of year timely for a short visit?






copyright © Dick Russell
              2018


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