I haven't "played along" regularly with Garden Bloggers' Muse Day... and admittedly I'm late for this one anyway. But a poem has taken up residence in my head and so I feel compelled to share it.
It has nothing to do with fall colors or the approaching winter, really, but as you will see via the links in the poem it has been haunting my work in the garden:
my mind is
a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and
taste and smell and hearing and sight keep hitting and
chipping with sharp fatal tools
in an agony of sensual chisels i perform squirms of
chrome and execute strides of cobalt
nevertheless i
feel that i cleverly am being altered that i slightly am
becoming something a little different, in fact
myself
Hereupon helpless i utter lilac shrieks and scarlet
bellowings.- Edward Estlin Cummings
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