I indicate the space of less than an inch
between thumb to index finger and say
to the dying vine of the indeterminate
cherry tomato girdled about the trellis,
its golden leaves in the onset of autumn:
I remember you when you were only this tall
How I ache for Spring that has passed.
Chagall 2018
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Made me smile. (I feel the same way about spring….plus have been wistfully looking out the window at our cherry tomatoes….the vines no longer in their prime. 🙂 )
Thank you, Betty. With the recent high temps and heavy rains here in the northeast, I am starting to get a second rush of growth and tomatoes. Hoping there is enough season left to see those through. —CC