Sixteen wrens and a dun-coloured pigeon
Dig in the dirt for seeds that were spread
By she who is tending the soil.
Three rose bushes and one plum tree
Give to the garden both flower and fruit;
The clover that covered the ground is dead.
Bulbs buried deep bloom by themselves;
A brick-lined path leads to the shed
Neighbourhood cats have claimed as their own.
Snails harvest nightly by moonlight
The growth of the green reeds crowded together;
The open-air porch is painted Norse red.
©2016 Michael Fraley
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