Grass is wordless here

Fruit trees and saplings

barely outlive August


Roses, their vines twisting

through arboretums,

give migrating birds

berries to eat

and a resting place


There are good and bad years

for rows of corn

along the rear fence


Squirrels gnaw ripe tomatoes

early mornings in stretching shadows

before the juiciest ones

can be been picked and sliced

on heirloom platters


In these parts

they are welcome to them