Autumn Glory never reddened,
too deep in shade,
the light let in by the shedding maple
is too late, too thin, now
what’s set will have to stay,
lank lilies, sundrops overrun by roses,
chance plants from the farmers’ market
sometimes true to name,
bought in hope for the green seedling
two leaves along.
What’s too deep rooted or too late planted,
will stay for winter, no more
moving,lifting or dividing,
though this morning I brought home
a willow in a bucket.