On Planting

Have you seen her in the moonlight
she kneels on the hard earth she wears
a hat as if the light of the reflected sun might
tarnish her spirit or 
wrap the mystery of pomegranates and toasted almonds
so deeply into her skin she would emerge a new
color the deep purple of eggplant 
she plants bulbs beneath the silver white platter
watching her every move from the sky
as if she was about to grow narcissus 
daffodils hyacinths lily of the valley it turns out
she is growing leap frogs
and next week she will plant water lilies
the dark earth under her trowel will melt into
a pond and the silvery moon will watch her 
now from nearer her knees.