each springtime and summer
we go our rounds, grubbing out
pervasive maple sprouts, glistening slugs
the evil elegance of bindweed
to open way
for what flowers or what bears would harvest
each repetition its own mixture
of success and disappointment
* * *
as my Lady of the Fabric Bins explains
the palette of the tongue
its savory and sweet
variations of wine tannin or bite
torches in our smoking garden twilight
with charcoal, glowing and ready
Poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson
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Jnana's Red Barn 
So beautifully expressed~