The Sleeping Garden

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The Sleeping Garden


S.M.R. Saia

Uneven ground, grass tipped with frost

Secreting what the summer lost

A tiny gold key, a Secret Garden charm

The buckle off the boot that held the Wall-E farm

Ghosts of groundhogs, rabbits, snakes

Pieces of wire, bits of hosiery and string

Toy spades and teeth from broken rakes

Stones laid and sunken to forgotten things

The frozen wilt of brassicas and jalapeño bones

The sleeping seeds of next summer’s volunteers

Squash and Beauregards and marigolds

And the sturdy first green of tuber spears

Still and bugless tundra where potential teems

A sleeping garden growing only winter dreams.