Sun On Asparagus Fern
Early Spring:
Gnarled, dried out roots, planted deeply in rich soil,
watered, watched for that first tip to emerge.
Mid Spring:
Purple tinged, green spears magically
push up and up.
Summer:
Cut, steam and feast,
splashed with lemon, dipped in mayo, oh my.
Late Summer:
Enough has been cut,
we leave them to grow
four feet tall giants
Fall:
that turn into delicate, ethereal rows
of soft green ferns
with poisonous red berries.
Late Fall:
It seems a shame to cut them down
but next year’s harvest depends on it.
Winter:
Dying stubs of stalks
mark where gnarly roots wait
for spring.
©2018 Sharron R. McMillan
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