I have, as it were, never gardened in clay soil,<\/p>\n
Never tried to dig through pugs the size of Volkswagens,<\/p>\n
But here I stand, pitchfork bowing, three broken shovels<\/p>\n
And no end in sight.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
It is good for me, this tenacious editing of sand and seeds,<\/p>\n
Watering, hoeing, mourning losses and waiting for rain.<\/p>\n
Never knowing whether the wind is bringing lightning or light,<\/p>\n
Or driving me inside.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
My dry soul, clay and waterless, has seen better days;<\/p>\n
Arable days of tilth and tenderness,<\/p>\n
When I stood, unbowed, seasoned with salt and liveliness;<\/p>\n
Now merely the decrease of days.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
When dry leaves will crumble.<\/p>\n
When bitter winds will whine.<\/p>\n
When harvest is over.<\/p>\n
No covering of snow. No melting spring.<\/p>\n
When seasons and seasoning lay quiet.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
\u201cHere she lies, a well-seasoned gardener.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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