Backyard Surrender

for Carrie

In our backyard

Two days leeward

Of July's full moon

It's as if our little lot

Overnight had been

Transported to the

South of France

The season is now

Full upon us

The garlic scapes explore

The curvature of space

While the hydrangeas

Bob and weave

In a steadying breeze

The blueberries have

Formed their minyan

And the maple saplings

Davin to and fro

There is no choice now

But to surrender

To the utter sufficiency

Of the green world

So devoutly at ease

Photo by C. Welch