Poem of the Day

Here's the Poem of the Day from Writer's Almanac, my favorite literary website. Since I've been going to school, my yard has fallen into disrepair, but I wish I could get out there and work in the dirt, just a little bit! I love spring and the new flowers that are appearing. My purple tulips are just about to pop! This will be me, out there in the yard again, in summer of '11!

His Wife
by Andrew Hudgins

My wife is not afraid of dirt.
She spends each morning gardening,
stooped over, watering, pulling weeds,
removing insects from her plants
and pinching them until they burst.
She won't grow marigolds or hollyhocks,
just onions, eggplants, peppers, peas –
things we can eat. And while she sweats
I'm working on my poetry and flute.
Then growing tired of all that art,
I've strolled out to the garden plot
and seen her pull a tomato from the vine
and bite into the unwashed fruit
like a soft, hot apple in her hand.
The juice streams down her dirty chin
and tiny seeds stick to her lips.
Her eye is clear, her body full of light,
and when, at night, I hold her close,
she smells of mint and lemon balm.