My Strawberries

Two snails, pulled from a ripe strawberry, earn a gratis trip to the yard waste container. A fat brown slug follows them. A beetle sees me coming and runs.

© 2009 Janalyn Voigt

Garden Logic

I don’t know why God grew a gardener from one who weeps at a worm’s death.

© 2009 Janalyn Voigt

Rain

Sparkling drops caress blossoms and wash clean the street. Seedlings in the garden revive. Tree roots drink deep. How can I complain?

© 2009 Janalyn Voigt

Weeds?

A child’s protests stayed my hand and now the poppies bloom, for good or ill, in my garden.

© 2009 Janalyn Voigt