Cucumber Vines

He makes stars sparkle
from nothingness
takes bare earth
scratches it
seeds it

imagines what might be
and weeds out what shouldn't.

He lures cucumber vines up lattices
and carefully crafted ladders
of wood and string
counts blooms
and thanks the bees he sees

thanks the be's for pollination.

poem & picture copyright ©2008 Anne Selden Annab
The Fairy Garden Poems # 19