Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.” I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”
With Spring comes planting, and then Summer and harvest.
ON THE BIRTH OF AN ACORN SQUASH PLANT
In hurricane or earthquake, Nature’s power
Is less seen than when newborn leaves uncoil:
A thousand cells dividing every hour,
Their seeming effortlessness cloaking toil—
God’s glory pushes upward through the soil,
And pushes on, in ever creeping lines
And swelling gourds with sweetness to be filled
By Time and Rain and Sunlight and the Vine’s
Inscrutable photosynthesizing skill—
The Glory of God spreads out around the hill.
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Donald T. Williams, PhD