Select a poem:
Sun Shining Through A Cabbage Leaf
I have maxims:
“One zucchini is enough
    for any garden.”

“Plant for beauty first.”

Nasturtiums climbing the corner
alongside lemon cucumbers,
the bright purple veins of
    red kale -
the vegetable peas with their
    white flowers
showing where to look.


“Plant winter cabbage.”

Next summer is when it
    reveals what it is really
    going to do.

It holds tiny pockets of crystal water
on its leaves.
Afternoon light through the wide leaves
reveals the pattern of veins,
    a high and perfect geometry.

One form links with another,
the form
    varied but kept,
making a thing of wonder.

As the pattern repeats,
the form and wonder
    repeats.

The great palaces of the world
have got their message here:

The tiled floors,
the lace of stone windows,
the song confessing mystery.

All started here:

The leafy cabbage.
A dish singing in the light.