Gardener at Heart - Book Two


The cut-leaf penstemons grow thick in pots;

The buds crowd up the stems in eager ranks,

Some nothing more than tiny yellow dots,

Some little fish with scarlet on their flanks,

Some bigger fish with haughty mouths shut tight—

And all the biggest ones begin to sing:

Their splendid soft magenta throats are bright

With buzzing black and yellow notes that zing

From mouth to mouth like catchy little tunes;

And when the songs are done, the fishes fall;

They slip their stems until the porch is strewn

With purple dresses for a fairy’s doll...

     One bee goes in a likely-looking bloom

     And both fall with a thump! and one goes zoom!

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