Sweet Peas Run Wild

A dichotomy in October

“Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation’s tears in shoulder blades.”
~Boris Pasternak

Sweet peas and pumpkins are strange neighbors on the same table
Always separated by weather and season,
one from late spring, the other from mid-autumn,
truly never meant to meet.

Yet here they are, side by side,
grown in the same soil
through the same weeks,
their curling vines entwined.

A dropped packet of sweet pea seeds
forgotten in the weeds during summer rains;
escapees swelled and thrived, now forming rich autumn blooms
gracing a harvest table with bright pastels and spring time fragrance.

Perhaps I too may bloom where I land, even ill-timed, out of place,
I might run wild, interwoven, bound to others
who look nothing like me, encouraged to climb higher,
to blossom bravely in the face of a killing frost.

“Here are sweet-peas, on tip-toe for a flight:
With wings of gentle flush o’er delicate white,
And taper fingers catching at all things,
To bind them all about with tiny rings.”
~John Keats


3 thoughts on “Sweet Peas Run Wild

  1. Ah, Emily! I’m finding that a big change since I left South Carolina forty-seven years ago is the advent of re-blooming azaleas! It’s not really odd to see roses bloom in October, even in Tennessee, but AZALEAS in October are as strange to me as your sweetpeas and pumpkins!!! This is so delightfully written. Indeed, to bloom where we land!! A viable prayer.


  2. Loved your poem and photo! I have pkgs. of sweet peas to plant (my uncle used to always say, in Sept., when school starts but I’m waiting for cooler temps, it’s been 100 here in California. I treasure the message ~ it stretches us if we are getting too comfy with the status quo. Thanks, Emily ~ blessings on your day!


  3. Your beautiful poem and picture gave rise to this thought on the day of the presidential election debate; If sweet peas and pumpkins, not usually seasonally congenial, can grow with vines intertwined, and nourish us with beauty and food, maybe there is hope for our fractured country. Thanks!


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