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Overdue rain smell –

The office door slams behind ~

Bring rescued plants home.

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Some hands know the soil.
They know what to do with it.
They’re not fine hands, clean hands, they’re rough and thick fingered and calloused but they bring life out of the black and keep a kind of order on the land.
They give firm handshakes.
And hold grandchildren carefully like they hold a china tea cup or a fragile flower.

(For Bob, who knew the land and its people well, RIP).

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Smallest fern, a weed –

Perhaps most enjoyable ~

The garden’s secret.

  

Raking Autumn leaves –
Colour of those still on trees ~
More enjoyable.

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Rusticated walls –
Wood posing as stone, falseness ~
Most unlike the man.

The farm, the garden in bloom ~
Here he is, feeding the world.

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The general’s house –

His sword at rest on his chair ~

Kale cane in the hall.

 

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Stonewall Jackson House

 

Transplanting bamboo –
Job, and back, done by Sundown ~
Spring stream flies dancing.

People raking leaves –
Before them, did the grass die?
The plants before grass?

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Gladioli, swords –
Standing guard for the Summer ~
Watch the days shorten.

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The ant bites linger –
Long after the job is done ~
Holly tree’s revenge.

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