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...SOPHISTICATION by CONRAD AIKEN SONG OF TWO CROWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH BATTLE OF BRITAIN by CECIL DAY LEWIS ALIENS (TO YOU - EVERYWHERE! DEDICATED) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON INTERRACIAL by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MATE (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |