Late April turning cold,
we saw blankets over flower beds,
front0yard shrubs and bushes shrouded
like furniture in unused rooms,
like church satues during Holy Week --
a solicitude for leaf and stem
that always takes us by surprise,
since anything that grows for us
is wild or thrives by luck, our prized
but accidental garden full
of unruly roses, unlooked-for lilies.
Our blow-ins have become perennials
re-christened every spring: Windbloom,
Randomflower, Golden Come-What-May,
Weather's Will, Common Chance-Blossom.
we saw blankets over flower beds,
front0yard shrubs and bushes shrouded
like furniture in unused rooms,
like church satues during Holy Week --
a solicitude for leaf and stem
that always takes us by surprise,
since anything that grows for us
is wild or thrives by luck, our prized
but accidental garden full
of unruly roses, unlooked-for lilies.
Our blow-ins have become perennials
re-christened every spring: Windbloom,
Randomflower, Golden Come-What-May,
Weather's Will, Common Chance-Blossom.
Comments
Like your poem collection.
I have "borrowed" the poem Accidental Garden for my blog of the same name.
Thanks