This spring I spread mulch with painterly strokes Or smeared hurriedly, abstraction in brown My canvas: Rooty humps around tree bowls Beneath blooming bush branches Along Flowering paths My palette: Earth, all the shades From mahogany to ebony. My motif: Circles and curves And deep loamy earth The contrast of browns and greens That beautifies the beautiful.
gardening
A Season of Destruction
I have killed entire communities. Torn them from the ground. Grasped them tightly so that their deep roots are removed. Piled them up to rot in the sun, molder in the rain, decay to the earth.
I’m talking about weeding.
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