“Alternate: Go to the library and create poems based on the titles of books.”
Maple Harvest:
It comes at the end of March, usually
But it depends on the frosts-
How long the biting winter will linger in Huntington,
How long until the snow will slowly inch back up the hill side,
White flag up in surrender.
We wait for it a good five, cold moths.
And so when it does come,
We can feel it-
A static, low vibration coming from the big maples by the river,
And smell it-
Sugary, earthy caramel.
And almost taste,
Taste that which will become the maple syrup.
Starter Vegetable Gardens:
It was the vegetable garden,
The starter vegetable garden,
That was best this year.
Cucumbers, sticky and prickly,
A plant like tangled yarn,
Yellow blossoms busting.
And the tomatoes,
Popping, drooping,
The plant so overburdened with fruit,
It is about to collapse.
And Nana’s acorn squash,
Silky, smooth, cool, green
On the outside,
But all golden sugar in the inside.
And the carrots,
Sweet, earthy savor,
Candy.
And the peas- a green, cascading waterfall,
Violet blossoms,
Crisp, snapping.
It was the starter vegetable garden that was best this year.
Alfred ’55:
They lived about a mile north of the library,
Up the hill past the Shaker farm,
With only a handful of neighbors.
In a small house the children had bought for them,
After they could no longer afford their own farm.
Max and Martha,
They were seventy-seven, both.
Martha still painted some, and gardened, playing bridge with Edith from down the road. .
Max worked on the house and gardened,
He’d started bird-watching last year, but had gotten bored.
The two had met 59 years before,
Freshmen year,
Alfred ’55!
Back then, it had all been a rush:
Martha painted wild pictures,
Using globes of vivid colors.
And danced,
Wearing cherry-pink lipstick,
To highlight her blond curls.
And Max had dominated the football field,
Quarterback.
Engineering when he could find the time.
Lights and glitter,
Athletics,
Arts and music,
Purple and Gold!
Now, they sip tea and do house chores,
Fretting that the grandchildren are being raised incorrectly.
But sometimes,
Here and there,
Martha puts on her cherry pink lipstick,
Max puts on the records,
And they take out the yearbook,
Remembering
Alfred ’55.