An Adam and Eve in the autumn of their fall bring order with bramble-scarred hands to the mildewed roses, pluck nettles from each other's clothes. Cropping the carnage of summer's abundance - black leaves of basil, tomatoes green or rotting in rank mats of jointed grass like marriages that never ripened, or children who grew wild and weedy - we plot out a future of spring blooms, blue pools of grape hyacinths, daffodils trumpeting beneath the dogwood. A vireo, come into the garden from his journey, as though we are innocent of any fall but this, flutters a blessing about our nettled knees. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APRIL'S LAMBS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A MORTIFYING MISTAKE by ANNA MARIA PRATT SONNET: 106 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE FOR THE INAUGURATION OF A PUBLIC SCHOOL, CAMDEN, NEW JERSEY by WALT WHITMAN BARLEY BROTH by SUSANNA BLAMIRE THE ORCHARD FEAST by GORDON BOTTOMLEY TRUST YOU MUST by JULIUS C BRUTTO A GOLDEN WEDDING: C.B.-E.A.B., 1825-1875 by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER |