November

November
 
Snow came swiftly this year        
Thick folds over unraked leaves
White piles upon garden chairs
 
I thought I had more time
 
Today, again more snow
I’m shoveling the walk tulip bulbs
wait patiently in bags in the garage
The garden hose stands frozen in curves
 
I left it there one recent rainy day
 
Maybe the snow will soon melt
I’ll rake the snow-sodden leaves
onto the vegetable beds,
Trowel through frost-crusted earth,
Place bulbs into holes 
–a little blood meal to discourage the squirrels–
Carry the hose to the basement    
Stack garden chairs under the eaves   
Pile flower pots upside down
 
I thought I had more time
 
-Susan Wisner