Five Years a Writer

Beyond capacity Remember in May:   Those pin-neat rows go rogue in summer heat. Fine beauty in June. Come July, gay abundance.  Next up, chaos. By September, I look no more. Aficionado of the planning, I am caught by the glory of the seeds in January catalogues. The tilling and toil never mentioned. NOTE: We were late getting the tomatoes planted, so we are behind on the  harvesting date, too. It will likely be two or so more weeks until red-ripening happens... #patiencerequired NOTE: This prose poem was published on 50-Word Stories in early July. You can read it here , unillustrated.  ........................................... ................................................................... To receive my weekly blogpost in your inbox, email   fiveyearsawriter at gmail dot com .  Simply put SUBSCRIBE in the subject line.   Land acknowledgement:  I respectfully recognize that I live on the original lands of Anishinaabe, Cree, Oji...