The Scare Crow

One must have a mind of a gardener
To regard the dirt with thoughts
Approximate to wonder, to live in

Fascination of the earthworm —
Pink hermaphrodite of the jiggling zither;
And to behold the Mrs. Jekyll rose,

To note the light’s addictive sugaring
In sun gold tomatoes
And not to think of quiet

Promises in the winter’s chill and frost,
The past delicious juices, that in time
Attaches bitterness to skin, to rot, then snow —

Which alters the birds predictive packages of shit —
Companion to the gardener who knows
She must garden through the rain and in light snow.