napowrimo day 14
how appropriate- a sonnet prompt on day 14!
I am certain this will be revised when I have more time, we’ve barely been home today.
The Growing Season
Sun continues, the bees move to the next
flower, as strawberry plants unpetal
into berries. Is there always a subtext,
the thing beneath the thing? How the pistil
will come to hold pollen if opened
properly. Fruit, indeterminate
as the heirloom tomato I happened
to taste at our favorite farmer’s market.
Indeterminate: not known in advance,
not leading to a definite end.
Tomatoes will bloom, set fruit and ripen
all at the same time. Do we, too, depend
on nature’s best deadline, winter’s first snow?
Human fertility’s curse: that we know.