Sedentary
It is emptying now.
Aged framed beds
and rusting wire cages sit.
Onions and garlic struggle,
while others fade into the soil.
Once green vines now cling,
as sporadic broken dried pieces.
Half empty scattered bags,
loosely folded - wait for spring?
Rusting tools huddle,
in the cold shady corner.
Old torn plastic flaps
and brown leaves seek to settle.
Even gardens mistakenly sleep,
when it is thought there is little to do.
Gary Pilarchik
Copyright December 2012
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