There is so much I want to you to say
on this cloudy rainy April autumn-day
where the sun seems very temperate,
while I have not heard from you of late.
Through the clouds dimly the sun still shines
while the last vegetables of summer declines
but my love for you will never be dimmed,
even if I let everything grow untrimmed:
the carrots, turnips and onions are doing well
as if they are under a kind of growing spell,
the seedlings of the peas do lovely grow
while being locked down time passes so slow,
the tomatoes and green peppers still bear fruit,
as the radishes and cauliflower are growing good
and even spinach is growing in the shade.
I know this virus will at a tine fade
and in this garden there is tranquillity
but I long with you so much to be.
[Poet's note: The seasons in the Southern Hemisphere of the earth are opposite to those in the Northern Hemisphere.]
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