My favorite season winds down

how much patience can I muster until fava beans arrive?   

 

An abstract rendering of a persimmon

persimmons will soon be unavailable 

except as memory

which is an excellent fall-back plan

as is anticipation

now

I'm gearing-up for asparagus

fava beans

& any poem 

which chooses 

to appear

Present tense

Of all seasons, Spring is the one in present tense.  Immediate & unfolding.  Makes me think of fava beans.  Makes me want to read Chiyo-ni.

When is there too little to harvest?

My roommate and I planned fava beans to put nitrogen back into the soil.  One bean took a liking to it's particular spot in the backyard.  Now, we have 3 fava beans all that glorious fava bean green. The garden is singing a little louder for this.  Add this to my to-do list:  write a minimalist epic to the fava bean.

Alas, lunch didn't include fava beans but the garden's mint -- minty.

Glimpse. What does poetry offer a glimpse into?

Into itself. Words are landscape & inquiry. Food, too.



Don't skimp on fresh vegetables (English peas and fava beans while you can), wildflowers, and questions.