And over here at the back
of the house is the little woods
I told you about. Started small,
some ferns and hostas, then got
into the native plant thing:
Virginia bluebells, trillium,
cohosh (blue and black),
even stuck in a service tree,
a spice bush, then discovered
some that were here already:
toadshade, spring beauties, bloodroot.
Now that we're going to move,
I guess I feel a little bit like Adam.
‘Course the Good Book says
he sinned, got kicked out for it.
Still, it musta' hurt.
He'd been put in charge, worked
hard to keep things right, loved
when April came and everything
sprang back to life, greened the brown
ground like that sweet woodruff
over there beneath the oak. Oh well,
he must have thought, while it lasted
it was good. But I wonder if he wondered
about whoever came after . . . would
they care for it, would they love it
half as much as he had?
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