November, Remembering Voltaire  

by Jane Hirshfield

In the evenings
I scrape my fingernails clean,
hunt through old catalogs for new seed,
oil work boots, and shears.
This garden is no metaphor —
more a task that swallows you into itself, 
earth using, as always, everything it can.

As featured on
The Daily Gardener podcast:

Words inspired by the garden are the sweetest, most beautiful words of all.
Jane Hirshfield
Jane Hirshfield

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