Gardening Maternal

Mother Chrysanthymum, bare feet on frosty ground.
Lilac. Iris.
Lily of the valley.
Indigo. True Blue. Verbena.

Excavating ancient familiar fields,
no rare seed, no bygone bulb reveals me to
Me. Some wild hybrid. Some rootless one, I am windborne over lavender oceans.



Bouncing Bet, Great Aunts Pride, Poppy, Forsythia, Sweet Daughter,
Black-eyed Susan, Little Girls Devotion, Dandelion, Strawflower, Paper.

Bare-teethed fish unfold like tiger flowers,
Gold, orange, ruby-tipped
They pierce icy white toes
sunk deep in black dirt