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4. Some things will

4. Some things will some things will In a garden's grave, life remains: beets Never pulled may be pulled now, to boil And put back, for the flock to discover; Greens have carried on and are taken And dehydrated, or left for the goose to strip; Red highlights show missed tomatoes; Dense thickets of dead vines give beans. Even the weeds, that had defeated her, Now yield rich heads of seed for hens. She walks about, coat-wrapped, scanning Ground for spuds rolled out by hen feet. Rarely, rewardingly, a ripe winter's squash Awaits discovery. Gone to seed last year, Viable chard and kale erupt now Even as it were March, and are welcomed. Little remains of her apple crop, If the early varieties are to be believed, Filling the cellar as they have, and Even the kitchen cabinet, with sealed jars. Rummaging round the orchard, she spies, Excusing themselves for tardiness, a Mighty wall of Granny Smiths. She might Avail herself of them, but her arms ache. In winter one wants rest. She turns Now houseward. Her hands hope Some things will wait for Spring. By risa bear #poetry #poem manzokuan dot blogspot dot com/p/about dot html