An Adam and Eve in the autumn of their fall bring order with bramble-scarred hands to the mildewed roses, pluck nettles from each other's clothes. Cropping the carnage of summer's abundance - black leaves of basil, tomatoes green or rotting in rank mats of jointed grass like marriages that never ripened, or children who grew wild and weedy - we plot out a future of spring blooms, blue pools of grape hyacinths, daffodils trumpeting beneath the dogwood. A vireo, come into the garden from his journey, as though we are innocent of any fall but this, flutters a blessing about our nettled knees. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A GIRL by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS SUNSET ACROSS THE LAKE by AUGUSTA M. BARNEY VILLAGE GREEN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN WHERE IS ARCADY? by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE ENCHANTED MACHINES by BERTON BRALEY GUILTY by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |