Mulch
The gardens are black
with new mulch. What does
this stench have to do with leaves
and blossoms.
Just as bleach and vinegar
alert us to what is clean
through their odor,
we anticipate petals
from the reeking mulch,
flowers and trees
cradling great armfuls of leaves.
The sunlight cultivates shade,
becomes shade.
"cradling great armfuls of leaves"
ReplyDeleteI love that, and the ending about the light.
"flowers and trees / cradling great armfuls of leaves" is a lovely image.
ReplyDeleteCrisply reflective. ' sunlight cultivates shadow, becomes shadow' , appreciable ending.
ReplyDeleteWishes for the 700th post!
Right on Hannah...the stench of mulch always reminds me of spring and so does the smell of vinegar, spring cleaning. I too am pondering over 'sunlight cultivates shadow'...beautiful! xo
ReplyDeleteI love the transformation of mulch and muck into flowers
ReplyDeleteI connect with this, the blackness, the stench, the promise of beauty. Love how the sense of smell is prominent in this poem!
ReplyDeleteAlso, I always desire a particular but very expensive mulch that smells like chocolate....
The variousness of beauty. Lovely, Hannah.
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