Wednesday, June 1, 2016
Waiting For Berry Pie - Prompt 157
Irene has put out another post soliciting poetry. Here is my response.
Waiting For Berry Pie
You said, "Let us pray."
I said, "Can't you see the past -
the shade of this day?"
It's true the garden
is filled with noon's bright green light.
Here my cat twitches.
Meanwhile, the berry
arbor grows green slender spines
and threatens to fruit.
June 1, 2016 9:07 AM
Click on the link above to connect with prompt 157. This poem is about a real part of the garden. Several years ago we bought pressure treated 4x4s and set the four verticals in concrete in the open space just outside my basement door. We tied them all together with 4x4s as mid and top rails, to make a box. Francie planted four patches, one at each corner post. Two patches are Marionberry and two are Boysenberry. The berry vines are wrapped around and tied to the arbor. Alongside this arbor to the east is planted a row of Raspberry canes.
In the bright of the Oregon spring and summer days, I am swamped by green light through the open door when I go to this part of the basement as I frequently do.
I recall going one year to our auto mechanic's farm at his invitation. There we picked all the blueberries we wanted from his blueberry patch. Oregon weather is perfect for growing berries.