First Frost

by G. Jack Urso

 

i drag the planters into the garage

as i have for 25 years

it was my mother’s place

now mine

she dragged them in every year

as do i

they grew much bigger back then

as did i

not a gardener, i ignore them

let nature take its course

they get smaller every year

but still hang on

i take a moment to survey the cluttered garage

i’ll get everything in order

next season

maybe

until then, i settle in

for the rest of the year

after first frost  

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