Poems ✍️

The essence of hickory wafted high
o'er gatherings of naked treetops,
while the flailing of fragile limbs
from the infant Japanese Maples,
drew vex from those who had-

spent laborious time and passion
through Springtides fertile rains,
soiling, planting each verdant root
in expectance of Autumntide squalls.
Good Gardeners they be who do this,

and be lauded as such come April next.
They plan and plant by the Eye of Spring,
these arborous Seers of Autumn bring.


FjR-MMXVI