The Vegetable Garden

The Vegetable Garden The garden beckons in the newness of the morning – Soft earth giving up the evening chill As long sunbeams kiss the soil good morning. Straight lines of carrots with curly tops Dig deep into the daylight hours Reaching down to be, at last, raised up. Radishes and lettuce rows sway in the breath Of foggy summer dawns leaving Glistening dew before the sun appears. Along the fence green pole beans scramble up On lattice twined with tendrils Climbing first to glimpse the garden growing. Hummingbirds and butterflies come each day To gaze and measure growth unseen Just the day before. The season ends with tall tomato plants Filling harvest baskets with their scarlet bounty As September bids seeds renew in sleep. The garden beckons, no longer filled With radish rows or carrot tops But promises of newly planted apple trees.