This year, Iowa spring came early.
Daffodils, then tulips, bloomed in March.
I potted tropicannas and morning glories.
The bulbs sprang giant leaves,
The seeds shot shoots.
Last night frost fell,
Invading even their plastic dome.
The morning glories are shriveled to nothing.
The canna leaves dangle.
I trim limp leaves
And wonder if the stalks
Will sprout new.
I do not know.
In the garden I never know.
I plant, I prune, I watch
In a cloud of unknowing.
This morning as I snip,
That cloud is mysteriously
Laden with peace.
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| Unfrozen cannas from a previous year |
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