Friday, October 12, 2012

Beneath these Clouds




Today,
everything is
pregnant with possibilities,
rain and sun
and wind
and dust
can star in any part
of the garden drama.

Yesterday,
you complained
everything was too dry, and your
one inch zucchini were just
sticks drying on the vine.
Who could possibly eat such
bitter fruit?

A cloud heard your wish this morning
and drowned the vines
with sweet abandon.

Now, too big
for ordinary meals
and ordinary recipes,
your zucchini
sit unwanted
on the kitchen counter.

The possibilities are no longer
possible.
Too big for one meal,
too much
of a good thing even for your
neighbor
who politely begged for something
else delivered to her door.






8 comments:

  1. If only we would wait patiently through lean times and not complain. Bounty will always come, at least one hopes it will.

    Wonderful poem.

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  2. Slice them thin, put on a grilling sheet, season and grill the slices. Delicious!

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  3. This speaks, initially, of gratitude, or the lack thereof.

    And even a big zucchini can be put to use. What does your imagination say?

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  4. the motto 'be careful what you wish for' comes to mind...

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  5. Enjoyed this, so glad you shared! Had to smile, though my garden's zucchini time is long past. It's one of my favorites, but I'll plant again next season. Have a great week! :)

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