Autumn Past – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: the big prune.

“There is no way of making a hedge grow like pruning it.” Alan Watts

Autumn Past

Autumn past I pruned the melaleucas hard
and the birds as always were angry with me,
not appreciating the neighbour's needs, 
or the careless proximity of the swaying 
power line, let alone the need for sun on the 
darkening vegetable patch these shorter days;
I promised the birds in sincere whispers that
their boudoir would evolve more lush and 
inviting than ever in time for their nuptials,
and though they scorned me, spring has 
proven me right and the birds are too busy
to harangue me.

Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under awareness, Free Verse, Gardening, nature, poem, quote

33 responses to “Autumn Past – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. That repeating condundrum for the intuitive: do you harsh their buzz by saying “I told you so,” or let ‘em calcify their original verbal commitment to your shaky sanity? 😆

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  2. I love the role of the birds in this poem!

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  3. This made me smile as I watch the birds busy courting outside my window!

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  4. Melaleuca is a rampant grower. Though a beautiful tree, It is an alien species here, and attempts to eradicate it seem to have been in vain.

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  6. Oh yes, i know this too. You can not do any garden work without asking the inhabitants. 😉 xx Michael

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