Backyard Greenhouse
A poem.
May 12, 2010
Backyard Greenhouse
I go to the greenhouse
to get rid of the blues.
Loamy earth smell inside
and warmth steamy as a sauna
even though there's frost
on the clothesline.
Tomatoes, peppers, basil
wiggle up from seed pots.
One ladybug crisscrosses
the fogged glass door.
– Christine Vovakes