my garden in early autumn


my garden in early autumn

i.
the feather of a dove
dances in brisk autumn winds
a gift from above

ii.
fat quail forage
gleaning seeds from
desiccated cosmos

iii.
a dragonfly shimmers
in broken sunlight
pauses to drink

iv.
clunk, clunk, clunk
the half-empty hummingbird feeder
knocks against the house
misses its companions

v.
nests are empty
the birdhouse sways
in a naked tree branch
i remember a baby bird
with no feathers
dead in the grass below

vi.
today our ash tree
offers its first leaves
to the browning grass

vii.
the ornamental pear trees
wait seductively
tempting passing cedar wax wings

viii.
absent wrens and sparrows
blue jay scolds me instead
from a low-hanging branch

ix.
leaves on tomato plants droop
while exposed
green tomatoes blush

x.
competition in the rose garden
heats up
which will be the most memorable
last rose of summer

xi.
the neighbor’s apple tree
extends her branches
into our yard
offers her fruit
a worm waves to me from
the one I slice open

xii.
the rake leans against the hut
it’s waited all year
for someone to notice

xiii.
asparagus ferns
drape over the garden
like a pall

Photo: Victoria Slotto

Photo: Victoria Slotto

A second offering for Bjorn’s cubist prompt at dVerse Poets’ MTB–I had a hard time deciding what to write about until I spent a little time in the yard this windy autumn morning. This is such a great prompt. I hope you will give it a try.

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10 thoughts on “my garden in early autumn

  1. This reads like a succinct, eloquent journal. Lovely as always, V!

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  2. Such detail – I’m there with you (and your lonely rake). Such a pleasure.

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  3. lillian says:

    Oh so many shades of autumn seen here in explicit details…especially love the blushing green tomatoes …that little worm’s end wiggling to wave, exposed by your slicing off a bite! I’ve been in NC since TH with grandchildren — we’ve sat on the porch just looking into their wooded back yard with them telling me details of what they’re seeing — looking “deeper and deeper” seeing more and more — similar to what your verses are doing here. Our eye usually goes right over the details .. I think that’s what I’ve learned to love about writing poetry and this piece really illustrates the “seeing” of the world much more closely! Love this one!

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  4. What beautiful perspectives of your Autumn garden.

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  5. kim881 says:

    Now I feel like I know your garden, humming birds, dragonflies, tomatoes, pear trees and all the rest – beautiful! My favourite, though is the lonely rake – a bit like my rusty wheelbarrow!

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  6. Sanaa Rizvi says:

    Gorgeous, gorgeous. gorgeous ❤️

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  7. Brian says:

    Looking from corner to corner, making notes, marking time. A poem about the slowing of time and the pause before the deep slumber of winter.

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  8. whimsygizmo says:

    Gorgeous glimpses, Victoria. I love that “broken sunlight,” especially.

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  9. Grace says:

    I love the details of each one Victoria specially: 6 and 8. The seasonal changes are evident specially with the last rose and empty bird feeder ~

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  10. I feel like I wander through your garden observing… each of the stanzas so imagist I almost expect a red wheelbarrow somewhere.. the image of the rake making its presence known was one particular detail I liked

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