October
OCTOBER
Now that it’s October
And for sure our summer’s over…
I dig up the window boxes,
Pillage petals, roots and stalks ‘n
Scatter corpses on the ground
Dead plants lying all around
Replace them with some flowering bulbs
With dreams of springtime I indulge
I tuck them in the rich black earth
That was my summer flowers’ turf
Mound them high with peat moss fill
To protect from winters’ chill
When snow and ice encase the world
And darkness through the days unfurl.
The flowering bulbs may not survive
But Northerners like me will thrive
There’s only one thing helps us cope –
In winter we subsist on hope…
Bring on the seed catalogues!
SENSE AND NONSENSE 