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Winter Promises
(March 31, 1936 / Detroit, Michigan)

Winter Promises

Tomatoes rosy as perfect baby's buttocks,
eggplants glossy as waxed fenders,
purple neon flawless glistening
peppers, pole beans fecund and fast
growing as Jack's Viagra-sped stalk,
big as truck tire zinnias that mildew
will never wilt, roses weighing down
a bush never touched by black spot,
brave little fruit trees shouldering up
their spotless ornaments of glass fruit:

I lie on the couch under a blanket
of seed catalogs ordering far
too much. Sleet slides down
the windows, a wind edged
with ice knifes through every crack.
Lie to me, sweet garden-mongers:
I want to believe every promise,
to trust in five pound tomatoes
and dahlias brighter than the sun
that was eaten by frost last week.

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Comments (7)

Cold Winter Blues! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. ,
I want to believe every promise, to trust in five pound tomatoes...//// interesting writings; I enjoyed
I certainly get the seed catalogues part. I have doubtful results. Brought back vivid memories.
Lie to me, sweet garden-mongers: I want to believe every promise, to trust in five pound tomatoes and dahlias brighter than the sun that was eaten by frost last week. Interesting poem. tony
I think every gardener knows this feeling
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