Vineyard – Lent Twenty`Six

The unkempt vineyard
hides a multitude of sins
Seven decades of debris
tossed out irresponsibly
in hope it’d decompose
before anyone took note
Year after year the cane
has woven a new pall
to cover the open grave
New bright green vines
flung helter`skelter as by
a loom shuttle gone mad
Old umber vines grown
calloused and thick by long
seasons of flood & drought
Between them brittle white
skeletal vines – marrow gone
to air flesh gone dry to dust –
sway like paper tombstones
There is a Gardner coming
who’ll put an orchard here
apple & dark cherry and plum
Between the orchard and woods
blue rhododendron and white
Before them daffodils in spring
In summer French red poppies
There is a Gardner coming
who’ll put order to this life
Cut and pull and burn the Wild
Slay to the root the ancient rust
that has festered so long
that has produced so little


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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