Dec 18

From Gourds to Poems

All the gourds I grew this and last year, I hung on my trees. The gourds on the branches of my dogwood tree look like large pears. A metal sun hangs in the same tree. Silently I sing to the Twelve Days of Christmas, “A rust-sun in a pear tree.” These are the random thoughts that poems are made of.



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