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Early Morning in the Herb Garden by Janice D. Soderling Not in tidy rows, but riotous as thought, these tender snares of foliage. Tendrils curve and coil, refusing to let go. My impatient trowel turns the drying humus. Balm mint, basil, lavender and sage exhale sweet-scented breath. Clear dew pearls the crotches of young stems. Rosemary for remembering. Another spring. Another season gone. Good riddance. I dig deep. Such purposeful activity disproves that gloom-eyed ghosts come out to nightly pace these paths of pimpernel, of timothy and mint. Step with care round monkshood, iris, henbane, foxglove, mandrake. There the sweet-tongued viper waits to burst his thrusting skin. |
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