spinach leaves bring
a green so deep
it looks like an ominous
sea. genial lettuces
foreground more
light in green, sometimes
whisper blond secrets.
kale makes us think
of Russia--tough,
green without sheen,
unafraid of invading
weeds, partial
to hot soup. carrots,
always recalcitrant,
offer delicate floral
tops at this stage,
suggest positive
orange thinking under
dirt. and potatoes,
dear spuds in their
group effort. plain
green tops as practical
as old bricklayers.
such lumpen, golden
manufacturing occurs
down there in Tuber
World, a dark quiet
factory. peas and beans:
what to say? so madly
manic in their way.
pods leap out overnight,
tendrils reach and entwine
with weird desire,
and, friend, you had
better be ready with
bucket. oh, greens
of the garden, we
bless you, we missed you
in Winter's gray dungeon,
dreaming seed dreams.
hans ostrom 2021