The wheelbarrow full of loam
lightly mixed with peat moss
composted sheep manure
the round-mouth spade
rides jiggles gently atop
and stops near the newly edged bed

* * *

Heat sings cicadic in the afternoon
inverted book churches gardener’s chest
bead of water contours lemonade jug
maple leaf canopy soft fronds above
blue hydrangeas perfume sleep

* * *
Yellowing maples leaves
scatter the whispy grass
autumn pales into cool
pale sky trickles down

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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