the morning I return to fall’s offices

I do not fret over morning glories
winding around grapes and raspberries, grateful
for those who bloom despite discriminating pluck.

In hope of late summer opening,
I clip off dead heads
to feed my lower tiny buds.

Tomatoes raise their arms
in perpetual tsa lung.
I try to follow along, head heavy with fruit.

Before sunrise, yarrow fronds stand long-spined.
Pumpkins open wide, strong hands.
Late riser, I know what August sun will do by noon.


One Response to “the morning I return to fall’s offices”

  1. Cfw says:

    Always the hope of one more fruit, one more bloom before killing frost, eh?

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