Here’s a poem that appears in my book How the Hand Behaves, along with some photos from my garden.
Lambs’ ears flourish, creased gray, furry,
new growth out of rain’s far fury.
Sneezewort carries cups of pearl;
white buds open on grace green stems.
Hosta – plates, pipes, ridges, rims,
Coneflower gems of purple whorled.
Sedum rosettes beyond counting,
roots fat carrots, land lust mounting,
seek earth’s fountain, wide beneath.
Gardeners rest with these guests planted,
take low maintenance for granted,
fingers caress cream cusp of leaf.