By Cherie
Greene
October Present
in this
ripe, gathering-in time,
in this
stately harvest age, after
the lush
summer has fallen to fading,
when it's
too late to cultivate
an unripe
rhyme or to conjure a wet
spring
sprout--
Might I expect--I
did not, nor sought--
this
astonishing green branch,
this fresh
shoot?
Yet still,
there you surge,
unanticipated
grace, singing
Now!
now, color
into my reaping feast.
Concord grown Chioggia Beet
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