In terrifying
thorny cases thistle grows
with purple spring blooms
in great patches no
sweat or toil brings to bear.
The sight of ivy
and sumac recalls the itch
on my arms. Ancient
hedera pollutes
water, animals
no longer drink or embrace
with impunity.
Doused for fall pollen
like dough cakes the cars and red
berries fill nameless
birds that paint tawny
canvas Pollock red splotches.
We prepare for frost,
plant chrysanthemums,
patch the barn, lay fresh bedding
of straw for the goat.
Dogs cooped up too long
lie outside for the storm, their
scent ascends the stairs
mixed with sweet hay and
horses covered in burrs and
malt before dinner.
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