Think of Her as an Onion

                                Onion skins very thin
                                Mild winter coming in;
                                Onion skins thick and tough
                                Coming winter cold and rough.
                                                —Folk Lore
        She makes her own cold skies
        to get enough winter to do well
        without concern over the frost
        reaching up into her raised bed
        clear of shade from tender leaves
        in loosely turned and fertile earth
        fed regularly from last year’s fall
        seeded fresh on transplants laid
        as soon as thawing reaches north
        into her measured shallow graves,
        her edges yellowing near her best
        but easy to rot at a careless bruise.


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