a poem for autumn

The nasturtium never bloomed
tomatoes all are green
the basil leaf's been eaten
by something gone unseen.
And yet my nose is running
my eyes do tear and burn,
and so the seasons change
as the earth does slowly turn.


Jennifer said…
What a great poem... well... except for your poor eyes.
Suse said…
Cut back on the fertiliser and your nasturtiums will flower. (You gotta treat 'em rough).

Sniff, sneeze, wheeze, says I, as we head into Spring over here.
Anonymous said…
I lurve it! Get better.
Poppy B. said…
Ack! I just remarked to my husband last night--as we headed for a party in a beach house, during what is probably the 12th day of rain this month--also the day after hail and tornados struck, littering the area with downed tree branches and leaves--how much this weather had to suck for people with allergies to pollen and mold.

I'm assuming some similar weather has occurred in Tuvalu--feel better soon!
MsCellania said…
But your misery?
It's such a catchy little thing.
It froze here last night, so all is moot. Thank God. I'm over it.
Paula said…
I knew you were a romantic at heart.
Bec said…
When life gives you green tomatoes, fry them at a truckstop cafe.

Lovely words, get well soon, and I really do have some excellent green tomato recipes if you are interested!
It rained
in the south of france
the entire
Feeling blue for you.
I hope you are feeling better soon!
Colorsonmymind said…
This is terrific!
Elan Morgan said…
I love love love the word "nasturtium". My mother has a way of saying it that makes it sound pretty, nah-stir-shyum.