For Next Year

Is it habit or hope

that compels us to the garden

each October, to the spent

heads of cosmos, marigold

and zinnias, patiently plucking

the dried seeds into a brown bag?

A wise old gardener showed

me the trick, how to pry

those papery flecks

from their nested pods,

store them in a cool dark spot,

safe from winter's touch.

Next spring, I'll fling them

into the garden, then wait

for the haphazard pattern

of summer to stir awake

their slumbering, brilliant blooms.

About these ads
Sponsored Content by LockerDome

We want to hear, did we miss an angle we should have covered? Should we come back to this topic? Or just give us a rating for this story. We want to hear from you.




Save for later


Saved ( of items)

This item has been saved to read later from any device.
Access saved items through your user name at the top of the page.

View Saved Items


Failed to save

You reached the limit of 20 saved items.
Please visit following link to manage you saved items.

View Saved Items


Failed to save

You have already saved this item.

View Saved Items