After Labor Day
 
I dream of next spring’s garden
 
and what seeds to plant.

 
 
 

Having neglected
 
to plant the marigold seeds,
 
my regrets blossom.

 

 
 
 

In this time of plague
 
I set hopelessness aside
 
to plant one more plum.

 
 
 

First day of the month—
 
while I plant onions, a crow
 
keeps hectoring me.

Task

 
 
 

therapeutic task—
 
planting morning glory seeds
 
with arthritic hands

Longing

 
 
 

last day of July—
 
longing for all the melons
 
that I did not plant

Pruning

 
 
 

pruning apple trees
 
that my grandfather planted
 
eighty years ago

Peas

 
 
 

first moon of the year—
 
reading from the almanac
 
about planting peas