Summer’s problems scream loudly and demand our attention
The day you plant the seed is not the day you harvest the crop;
Winter has impregnated the soil with unmanifested things
spring has cradled the embryos
Summer is when the fruits ripen and the pieces fall;
what is left on the ground will be foraged by scavengers,
or else left to freeze in a season of cold
What is left on the vine will die;
Summer is the time for harvesting crops –
winter, for planting seeds.
Do not go astray in this season of vicious heat and hazy daydreams,
do not allow your garden to be destroyed by foreign visitors.
Watching, weeding, watering
Waiting, perusing, plucking
Everything rises in these hot fertile fields,
the seeds of hate are just as stubborn as love -
Can you tell the herb from imposter?
Designed or accidental?
Choose your path with care, with delicacy
Do not fall astray in the summer.