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 onThe Daily Gardener podcast:
Words inspired by the garden are the sweetest, most beautiful words of all.
Jane Hirshfield
