Planting in October

IMG_0240.jpgThis morning I spoke to Trish Crapo, a writer from the Greenfield Recorder.  She’s writing an article about  The Heart is a Nursery for Hope, and had some questions.  She asked me about the poem below.  Mr. Keller  ordered far too many onion sets, and offered them up to neighbors.  Everyone was excited, and said yes, they wanted onion.  Many people planted onions in this rural town strewn with backroads. When I found the onions sets were all spoken for in a few hours, I wrote the following poem, an ode to Wendell, if you like.  I’m off to plant my garlic this fine morning. (Photo above: this year’s garlic visited by the bees).

Tom Keller’s Onions

They planted one field of onions the first spring.
The next year they planted more.
Earthy and fragrant, tender green swords broke earth.
Neighbors said we want to plant onions too.

The next year they planted more,
fields neatly tucked around the homes.
Neighbors said we want to plant onions too.
Onion fields grew, large and small, like a new kind of music on the radio.

Fields neatly tucked around the homes slipped
violets and cinquefoil around front yards.
Onion fields grew, large and small, like a new kind of music on the radio.
Sun warmed the damp earth, and stalks grew tall

Violets and cinquefoil around front yards,
color and courage, a bit of surprise.
Sun warmed earth and stalks grew tall
with phlox and daisies slipped in.

Color and courage, a bit of surprise,
earthy and fragrant, tender green swords broke earth.
Phlox and daisies slipped in.
They planted one field of onions the first spring.

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About elainereardon

Poet, writer, gardener, herbalist, beginner artist- pottery, painting—communing with Spirits of the Forest and Field, bumping into magic, peeking around new corners.
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