The first poem of the Harvest poems suite
rain rain and still again rain
falling soft, incessant throughout the night
the weary earth absorbs it greedily
at early morning I walk barefoot basket in hand
into the garden back in the kitchen
lay out on the bench the day's largesse
long green beans cucumbers parsley and dill
rosemary chives lemons tomatoes
a bunch of sunshine bright yellow marigolds
peas in their silken slippers
a Chinese cabbage shaped like a rose