POETRY

Turn Me to Stone

a free verse poem on new beginnings, garden dreams of our new property

Image by Sabine Schulte from Pixabay

Reclaimed wood,
once the scratching posts
and wind-breakers of horses
shaped into a fence,
L-shaped at the back
of a property, now ours.

Can you see it?

Painted russet and gray,
the backdrop for North Carolina
native wildflowers, planted with care.
In patches of yellow — asters,
wild sunflowers, Schweinitz’s restored,
treasured here.

Purple coneflower, with drooping petals and
regal warmth gathered in bulbous centers

In clusters of red — trumpet honeysuckle along
the right, a white lattice
to bear them up. Lovely scarlets
I’ll admire in the glow of morning.

There must be blues here too. Stokes’ aster
for their wild and sprawling beauty.

“Pinks” for their fragrance
and soft-greened glow.