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Topic: Autumn/Fall (08/27/09)
- TITLE: In the Garden
By Carol Scott
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In a garden of surrealism,
Where the cornstalks tower above my head
And I must lift my eyes to the afternoon sun to see the tops of the milkweeds.
The earth is warm and full of the life which is yet to be taken from it
Before September is over.
The beans, over which I stretch my legs, already are hard and brittle,
And their leaves can crumble under the weight of a fly.
The busy ants scurry across my feet,
Never taking time to notice the enchantment which can only be found
In a place such as this.
They just worry about reaching their destination without being crushed by a falling leaf
Or being blown out of their course by a breeze in the carrot greens.
A sparrow lands softly among the melon vines,
Chirping a crystalline song in remembrance of the fresh strawberries
Which had been nearby just a few short months before.
The sky is sapphire blue and almost cloudless
After the night winds blew yesterday’s rain clouds
To places in the heavens that never were
And never will be.
The butterflies float noiselessly in and out among the flowers
And settle like thistledown on their delicate petals.
A little green frog stares at me from among the weeds,
Wondering who I am, that I dare invade his private fairyland.
The grasshoppers frolic among the tomatoes
And follow their own paths among the asparagus forest.
They aren’t startled at my presence here;
They’ve seen me before and aren’t afraid.
They know, just as the little green frog will someday know,
That this is my world.
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