The Dead Nettles

Dead nettles this year

Invading the lawn

Showing up everywhere

Like troops coming ashore

On Normandy Beach

I know I ought

To make peace with them

After all every last weed

Needs its own place to live

Which is what gives rise

To my present philosophy 

And gardening policy

Of benign constraint

If the garden is truly an ark

Then even dead nettles

Should be welcome aboard 

Preparation

 If the world was ending

Later today I’d spend 

The morning the same way

Weeding in the garden and

Reading for an hour or two

To satisfy my daily quotient

Of love and truth

The Fifth Season

Today Marissa told me 

About the fifth season
Wedged between summer and fall

A time of transition 
From the peak of what has been
To the plinth of what’s to come 

The red leaf hibiscus
Has fully opened

As have I, I'm afraid

And the dahlias stand

In the wings awaiting

Their cue

Summer Bedraggled

 Now is around time

Summer begins to feel

A little bedraggled

Drought has taken hold of the lawn

The lilies look haggard

Dust hangs thick in the air

Though the crickets don’t seem to care

While I’m sitting here patiently waiting

For the hibiscus to bloom

Running Again

Lately I've begun

Running under a power

Other than my own

Not to be cheeky but

I'm not sure whose it is

With windbreaks and all

A continuous flow yet

Ultimately heliotropic

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Today I went running for the first time in a while, in my new birthday sneakers. Once I hit stride, this poem came along and I stopped briefly to write it down.

Smultronställe

Glad I didn’t pull the three leafed plants that began spreading along the east side of the house. At first I thought it might be poison ivy but several more weeks growth has revealed a patch of wild strawberries - someday soon a lucky box turtle’s feast.

See also Ode to My Smultronställe  

Spring Synethesia

This has been a year

Of extended blooms 

And profuse meanings 

Spring synesthesia

Everywhere abounds

Daffodils for three weeks

Straight and the magnolia 

Still in all its glory 

While just now the cherry tree

Has let loose its charms

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I ran into our neighbor Alicia today who is the incoming president of our local garden club. She confirmed my suspicion that the cool and damp weather this April has gifted us with extended blooms, from one end of the garden to the other, it's like a florist's cold storage out there, and what's good for the flowers must also be good for the bees, who are already back in business, the hives roaring back to life.  Photo by @marrisabridge.