Amy Secrist

Tag: cathlic poetry

  • Storing Up

    Bare feet in the October afternoon we peel apart the flowering silks of season-ending sweet corn; the scent of sugared earth floats as we tear the still-green leaves revealing rows of cobbed kernels. Snapping free the stalk and tossing aside the husk, we lay the ear by for blanching. The girls yank and pull and…

  • Turning

    Spaghetti squash lies in the October garden beneath butter-yellow flowering broccoli. Bees still visit, bright-stripped and fuzzy, while cabbage white butterflies float over stem and stalk. The earth waits to be turned, the garlic cloves to be buried, the leaves to be gathered, scattered and spread. Our unpruned forsythia holds a bough of apple-red leaves…