Sunday, April 8, 2012

Awaiting the dustbowl?

A sunflower sprout, two days old, stretches toward the light
with her shell still attached – hanging on for dear life

We planted the garden two weeks ago when the temperature was 80.
Since then, of course, the weather has terribly regressed.
No rain and relentless wind desiccate the garden soil:
I worry about forest fires and the next dust bowl.

Today is yet another raw day, cold as a bastard.
None of our seeds have spouted –
unless those tiny green dots
 are really baby lettuces.

Inside the plott hound sleeps by the fire
while the sunflower seeds
spout by the big window,
luxuriating in the warmth,
thinking they are in Eden.

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